"Seraphina Sterling, the company has a fixed budget for every project. The demolition compensation is also capped—you can't just name your price!" Hughes said, clutching a laptop, his expression a professional poker face.
"But the demolition notice has been out for a week, and still, no one is willing to sign the contract to move. Your work has ground to a halt! If my family makes a very public show of signing with The Grant Group right now, what do you think the surrounding neighbors will do?"
Although Seraphina was answering Hughes, her eyes were locked on Terrence Grant. He was the one who could actually make the decision. But as long as she watched him, she couldn't find the slightest hint of agreement or opposition. 'I've been reborn,' she thought. 'By all rights, Terrence Grant should be nothing more than a little brat to me. How can he hide his thoughts so deeply?'
'Mr. Grant of Aethelgard… His reputation is well-earned.'
