Julian had arranged another drinks meeting with Luca from Goldline, scheduled for 830 this evening.

Now, after their third round of drinks, Luca was still maintaining a tone of respect.

“Mr. Paige, it’s not that I don’t want to accommodate you,” Luca said, his demeanor careful. “It’s just that Mr. Oliver reached out to me right at the beginning. Now that his son has become a vegetable... even if I wanted to collaborate with you, I have to weigh what it ...