Timothy's eyes burned with excitement.
"Andres, I know you have a research company under your name that's been working on chip technology for years."
"Nine-nanometer is already a mature process for your team."
"If you partner with Grover Group, it'll be a win-win."
The cold calculation behind Timothy's words was on full display.
The Whites and the Grovers were two of Aethelburg's few true top-tier dynasties.
If those two families cooperated, Timothy—the go-between—would profit handsomely.
Andres and Simon sat only a few feet apart.
Yet the air in the room went tight, the kind of tension you could feel in your teeth.
Timothy had been speaking with gusto, but once he noticed how wrong the vibe was, his smile slowly faded.
"Gentlemen… say something, will you? Second son, Andres—anything."
Andres and Simon both had that kind of presence that pressed down on everyone else.
The other guests—mostly there to eat Timothy's food and maybe climb a rung or two on the social ladder—barely dared to breathe.
They'd come hoping to cozy up to two of Aethelburg's biggest names.
They hadn't expected both men to be this difficult.
The hostility sparking between their eyes looked like it might catch an innocent bystander.
Andres was the one who finally broke the silence.
"Yes. My research company is ahead of the industry in nine-nanometer development."
"And to be frank, our seven-nanometer chip is already in testing."
The room stirred—instant excitement.
No one had realized the White family's research arm was that far ahead.
Simon finally spoke. "Seven or nine—name your price. Grover Group will buy in bulk."
"You young men treat romance like it's the center of the universe."
"Let me give you some honest advice from someone who's lived a little: women are like clothes in a man's closet."
"When you like them, wear them a few times. When you don't, toss them."
"We're all smart businessmen here. The first thing we consider is always profit."
"Making things this unpleasant over a woman is… a bit dramatic."
Andres couldn't tolerate anyone comparing Maeve to something disposable.
A moment ago he'd still had a shred of respect for Timothy.
Now it evaporated.
"Timothy, you don't seem to understand how I work."
"When I truly love someone, that's for life."
"And if my partner isn't respected, then to me, my dignity—my line in the sand—is being challenged."

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