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Chapter 241:

Amelia reached into her bag and pulled out a neatly prepared contract as she spoke. Inside, the document outlined new directions for the Stewart Group’s chip market strategies.

After Wyatt had passed that chip to Ricky, the Flynn Group had wasted no time and released several new electronic products, capturing a significant market share. Yet the document on the table clearly stated that every project using that chip would be placed entirely under Amelia’s command. In other words, all the groundwork Ricky had poured in had only paved the way for Amelia to claim the spotlight.

After reading through the pages, Granville and Collin exchanged a look. Understanding passed between them. Ricky might lose his temper over this, but it wouldn’t affect their ability to profit.

Since Amelia had already given her word, Granville decided to take the initiative. He reached out, shook her hand, and said with a cheerful grin, “Mrs. Stewart, here’s to working together and achieving something remarkable p>

а𝖼𝘁𝗂𝘷e cо𝗆𝗆unі𝘁𝘆 𝘰𝘯.с𝗈m

“To a winning partnership,” Amelia replied, shaking his hand in return.

Dalia, watching quietly nearby, couldn’t hide the joy and pride in her eyes. She felt as if she were witnessing the little girl transform into a queen like her mother, carving out her own place in the world.

Meanwhile, Bryce stayed silent, a complex look etched across his round face. But as soon as Amelia glanced his way, he broke the silence. “The Flynn Group’s management holds no appeal for me. That condition does nothing for me p>

Bryce had too many agreements with Ricky; otherwise, given Amelia’s performance today, he might have genuinely considered supporting her. The right leader could steer a company’s destiny, and Amelia clearly had what it took. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.

With that thought, Bryce gave Amelia a thoughtful look, then stood and started toward the exit.

Just before he left the room, Amelia called out, her voice ringing clear, “Hold on a second p>

Bryce’s brows knitted in frustration. “I already told you, I p>

“Mr. Francis, I heard you’ve been searching for doctors to treat your mother lately?” Amelia said.

The mention of his mother stopped Bryce in his tracks. He turned around, attention sharpened. Losing his father as a child, Bryce had grown up relying on his mother’s strength. Gemma Francis had raised him single-handedly. Raising Bryce demanded every ounce of Gemma’s love and resolve, and he cherished her above all else.

Time had not been kind to her. Now well into her eighties, Gemma’s health had begun to falter after years of relative stability. Worried, Bryce had turned to every doctor he could find, searching for someone to restore her health.

As soon as Amelia mentioned his mother’s treatment, Bryce’s urgency was impossible to miss. “Do you have a way to treat my mother p>

“I’m not a doctor, so I can’t help her, but I can put you in touch with Dr. Chapman.” As soon as Amelia learned about Bryce’s situation, she had reached out to Marc, and he had agreed to help.

Bryce’s voice brimmed with hope. “Wait, do you mean the famous doctor from the Chapman family p>