The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 68

To avoid suspicion, Zane typically wouldn't attend a business dinner with Elara unless there was a flawlessly legitimate reason.

But the moment he saw who had walked in, he immediately stepped forward to greet them.

Seeing Zane’s reaction, Elara quickly followed his lead.

The arrivals were from the Metropolitan Investment Group (MIG).

What did MIG represent?

The General Manager held a rank equivalent to a high-level government official.

Urban land planning, financial funding, and city operations all fell under MIG's jurisdiction.

In major city infrastructure projects, land development, and public facility construction, they held absolute authority.

When the real estate market cooled, if MIG stepped in, banks dared to issue loans, and citizens dared to buy property.

They were the ultimate credit endorsement for any real estate project. They could invest, they could construct on behalf of others, and they could take over failing projects.

MIG represented the will of the government.

The government couldn't directly participate in investments, so MIG acted as their financing platform—a market-driven vessel executing government strategy.

They held the city’s resources in the palm of their hands and had the power to shift financial winds. They were the ultimate embodiment of wealth and power.

Zane hurried forward to shake hands, apologizing for not greeting them at the door. Only after the handshakes did he introduce Elara.

He then pulled out a seat for her, slightly out of the center of focus.

Zane’s schedule was entirely managed by Jasper. Zane shot his assistant a dark, subtle glare.

Jasper kept his eyes glued to his own nose, completely ignoring Zane. He thought to himself, If you don't listen to me, I’m going to drop a bomb on you and force you to wake up.

The General Manager of MIG was a man in his fifties, gentle, refined, and a man of few words.

Elara naturally wasn't going to let such a golden opportunity slip by.

Holding her wine glass, she leaned in slightly to offer a toast.

A woman in her early thirties, stripped of youthful naivety and speaking with measured grace, was a woman at the absolute peak of her charm.

At a dinner table full of men, she was as radiant as a burst of spring in the dead of winter—especially given that she was an entrepreneur managing the real estate division of a publicly traded conglomerate.

Under such a halo, she was dazzling.

She was entirely different from ordinary women.

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