More importantly, if Gideon were to do anything that displeased them, they could easily shut him out of the city's opportunities and divert their support toward his rivals instead. For any businessman, such a move could prove costly.
In short, it was a warning.
Unfortunately for the man, he had chosen the wrong person to deliver it to.
Gideon remained seated, calmly swirling the tea in his cup, his expression unreadable. Yet those who knew him well understood one thing: of all the things Gideon despised, being threatened ranked among the very top.
The moment someone tried to use pressure, leverage, or intimidation against him, they had already stepped onto dangerous ground.
The corners of Gideon's lips slowly curled upward, forming a smile that carried not the slightest trace of warmth. Instead, it looked almost sinister. His gaze swept across the three businessmen, one after another, lingering just long enough on each of them to make them uncomfortable.
