She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 591

Stellar Trust had strict protocols for partnerships and funds, especially for a multi-billion-dollar contract. Naturally, Yorick Winslet didn't dare to be negligent. He originally offered to speed the yacht back to the mainland.

However, Stellar Trust's representatives stated they could simply deliver the documents via helicopter.

Realizing this was the perfect opportunity to flaunt his power in front of a yacht full of elite guests, Yorick agreed without hesitation.

The news that Stellar Trust was flying in tonight to deliver the contract spread like wildfire.

Inside the banquet hall, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

The champagne tower was restacked, and the soothing background music was swapped out for an upbeat, celebratory track.

Everyone crowded around Yorick, their faces plastered with fawning, eager smiles, treating him as if he were already sitting on the throne of Metropia's new power structure.

"Mr. Winslet, congratulations! Securing a multi-billion-dollar deal—this is an absolute game-changer!"

"Please don't forget about us old friends when you're at the top!"

"The future of Metropia's business world is in your hands now!"

The flattery was endless.

Holding his glass of champagne, Yorick maintained a modest smile, soaking in the admiration.

His gaze occasionally drifted to Lucian Shapiro, who stood quietly by the window a short distance away, chatting in low voices with Morris Lonsdale and Loyce. The vindictive thrill welling up in Yorick's chest was almost overflowing.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back. With a mix of sycophancy toward Yorick and a blatant kick at a man who was down, they raised their voice on purpose. "If you ask me, the business world is a battlefield, and it needs fresh blood. The old legends deserve respect, sure, but times have changed. They need to step aside for the younger generation. Hogging the spotlight only holds back progress!"

Though no names were mentioned, the target was obviously Lucian.

A few others chimed in, looking at Lucian with pity, regret, or thinly veiled contempt.

"They're here! Stellar Trust is here!" someone shouted in excitement.

All eyes instantly darted toward the entrance. The banquet hall's automatic glass doors slid open, letting in the night breeze, the salty scent of the ocean, and the deafening noise of the chopper's engines.

The crowd parted instinctively, forming a clear path, their eyes locked eagerly on the doors.

Yorick adjusted his bowtie. Wearing a triumphant, self-assured smile, he stepped forward to be the first to greet them.

He could already picture it: signing the contract and accepting the awe and congratulations of the entire room.

Moments later, a group of impeccably dressed, sharp-looking men and women walked into the hall under the crew's guidance.

Leading them was a powerful-looking woman in her forties wearing gold-rimmed glasses. She carried a sealed black briefcase, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room.

"Which one of you is Mr. Shapiro?" she asked, her voice clear and composed.