There was more than just The Linwood Group eyeing the land; Cole Corporation was in the mix, and even some folks from Westbrook were showing interest.
Vanessa and Brian were engaged, and their families collaborating on the Eastborough project promised a win-win situation.
What Ethan couldn't quite figure out was Westbrook's stance.
Westbrook, being the capital of Vesperia, had influential families whose power overshadowed The Linwood Group and Cole Corporation. If they decided to snatch Eastborough all for themselves, it would leave The Linwood Group and Cole Corporation without a chance.
With work and home both being a mess, Ethan felt overwhelmed.
He stayed at the office until late in the night before finally heading out.
But his mind was in turmoil, so instead of going home, he drove to The Grand Tavern.
The bar was dimly lit, the ambiguous light flickering across the dance floor, casting hazy shadows of men and women moving to the beat.
Ethan made his way to the bar, found an empty seat, and gestured to the bartender for a strong drink. The bartender, after giving him a quick glance, swiftly mixed a drink and placed it in front of him.
Ethan downed the drink in one go, the fiery liquid burning down his throat, making him wince slightly, yet oddly providing a release for his pent-up frustration.
Drink after drink, Ethan's gaze became more vacant.
Damn Claire.
Her temper had become increasingly stubborn.
Five years ago, she wasn’t like this. So what if she served five years in prison? Was it necessary for her to act like she had a chip on her shoulder every day?
She was the one who pushed Irene down the stairs, turning her into a vegetable. Jail was her own doing, and yet she acted as if he, her brother, had wronged her.
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