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Chapter 83:
Jordy appeared, striding toward the group with determination. News had reached him that Kevin and Carlotta had handed the project to Elena, prompting him to head straight to the construction site.
Without wasting time, Jordy addressed Elena directly, saying, “I’m stepping in to oversee the resort project. You can go home now p>
“Why? How is that fair?” Elena snapped.
Jordy didn’t bother arguing with her; he simply nodded to the nearby assistant and bodyguard. “Take her home. Now p>
Within minutes, Elena was ushered into a waiting car and whisked away. Once she was gone, Jordy turned to Amelia with a friendly smile. “I’ll be overseeing the resort project from here on out. Are you alright with that, Amelia p>
After touring the site and collecting data, Amelia realized this project had real potential.
Determined to keep things professional, she decided to forget about what had happened with Elena. She offered Jordy her hand, signaling her willingness to collaborate.
Prepared for the occasion, Jordy had even brought the contract.
He passed the document to Wyatt, who promptly handed it to Amelia with a reassuring nod. “As I promised, you’re in charge p>
𝘈𝗱d𝗂𝘤𝗍і𝘷𝖾 𝗻𝘰v𝘦𝗅s 𝗈𝗇 ѕ.𝘤𝗈𝗆
His trust made Amelia laugh softly. “You’re not worried I’ll blow the whole thing p>
Wyatt only shrugged, his confidence unwavering. “A few hundred million is nothing. I can handle the risk p>
His laid-back attitude melted Amelia’s worries. With a few confident strokes of her pen, she signed the contract and replied, “You can relax. I’ll make sure this project is a win p>
With business settled, Jordy suggested having dinner together, but Wyatt declined the offer.
Fresh news from Kretol had reached Wyatt—the Morrison family had clinched the east side development bid.
Without a second thought, Wyatt wanted to return to Kretol with Amelia that very night.
Amelia said nothing in front of Jordy. But as soon as she and Wyatt boarded the plane, she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Did the Morrison family really get the bid p>
Wyatt’s answer was measured. “The official results are supposed to be announced in two days p>
“Then…” Wyatt caught the confusion flickering across Amelia’s face and slid a tablet her way.
On the screen, she found the bidding results and qualification files for the Eastside Project.
Her eyes quickly landed on the Morrison Group’s name at the very top. It wasn’t surprising since they were the successful bidder. But the bid and materials from the Morrison Group looked strikingly familiar to her.
Something about this set off alarms in her mind. A quick scan jogged her memory; every detail matched a set of documents she’d saved on her own laptop just days earlier.
She remembered working late, archiving the proposal and supporting paperwork herself. A chill ran down her spine, and panic crept into her voice as she turned to Wyatt. “I never gave any of my work to the Morrison family. I swear, I didn’t p>