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Chapter 91:
At the Stewart Group.
After receiving a call from Calvin, Davin went to Wyatt’s office. “I’ve already contacted those banks as per your instructions. Unless you give the green light, the Morrison Group won’t get a loan offer anywhere in Kretol p>
He spent several minutes outlining the situation, but Wyatt just sat there in silence. Davin was about to ask a follow-up when Wyatt broke the silence with a question. “What do you think women like for birthday presents p>
That caught Davin completely off guard. Weren’t they discussing the Morrison Group just now? How had the topic suddenly shifted to birthday gifts?
It wasn’t until Davin glanced at Wyatt’s computer screen that he noticed the date circled: a birthday in May.
𝗠оѕt 𝗿e𝖺𝖽 t𝗁i𝘴 𝗐е𝗲𝗄 𝗼𝘯
The realization hit Davin square in the chest, and he cleared his throat. “I’m probably not the right guy for that question.” After all, he had been single for over twenty years.
Still, wanting to be helpful, he suggested, “If you want real advice, Dr. Chapman’s your guy. He’s dated many women. Ask him how to win over a woman—he’ll know p>
Wyatt shot Davin a look of pure annoyance. “What use are you to me?” he muttered. But as soon as Davin left his office, he wasted no time calling Marc.
Marc, having just finished a tough surgery and still wearing his white coat, blinked in disbelief when he heard Wyatt’s words on the phone. Wyatt, of all people, was calling to talk about birthday gifts for women? This was unexpected.
Remembering Wyatt’s care for Amelia, Marc understood. While changing clothes, he said in a teasing tone, “Well, you couldn’t have come to a better expert. Let me p>
“If you keep rambling about useless things, don’t expect a single penny of investment from me in the future,” Wyatt cut in. “Just answer my question p>
Marc, ready to boast, was cut short by Wyatt’s words and quickly retorted, “You’re no fun, always waving threats in my face p>
Any further complaints died as the call ended with a click—Wyatt had already hung up.
Worried that Wyatt might actually stop his funding, Marc wasted no time. He quickly dialed Wyatt back, blurting out his advice the moment the line connected, “Jewelry, exclusive handbags, flowers—women always like those things p>
Wyatt ended the call as soon as Marc finished speaking, the busy tone humming in Marc’s ear. Marc sighed in resignation.
After a long day of chasing down leads, Santos finally pieced together a few promising clues. His mind kept circling back to the name “Stewart,” a realization dawning with increasing gravity. In all of Kretol, only a single family wielded the kind of influence attached to the Stewart name.
Laura couldn’t fall asleep at all, and the moment she heard Santos’s key in the lock, she pushed herself upright and got out of bed, hope flickering in her eyes. She was about to ask what he had discovered when he said in a serious tone, “Has Jaxton done anything lately to cross Wyatt p>
Santos had already investigated. The Eastside Project was personally proposed by Wyatt. It was Jaxton who had landed that contract, which now seemed less like a win and more like a trap set by Wyatt.
Knowing it might be a trap didn’t make it any easier. Challenging Wyatt head-on was unthinkable for the Morrisons. For now, Santos could only try to figure out Wyatt’s motive for doing this.
Laura, even with her usual objections to Santos’s stern approach with Jaxton, knew this matter was serious. She racked her brain, replaying recent events, but nothing stood out—she couldn’t remember Jaxton crossing Wyatt. Just then, a sudden realization hit her—Amelia’s name flashed through her mind.