He had thought the whole way about how to bring up Zachary's request to Sarah, but still couldn't come up with a good reason.
He responded absentmindedly to Sarah's conversation, and Sarah noticed something was off with her cousin. “Is there something you want to tell me?"
Melvin was slightly startled but decided to speak up. "Sasa, Vivian's twenty-fifth birthday party is coming up in a few days. The Wilson family is making a big show of it—they've booked the entire Mist Island Hotel and invited many people, including Sanders Corporation. But there's only one name on the list—yours."
Sarah had heard about this event. She asked in confusion, "Do you want me to attend?"
"No," Melvin said gravely. "I want you to go with Zachary."
"Go with him?" Sarah frowned deeply. Why was her cousin, who had always prevented her from having contact with Zachary, now bringing this up himself?
Melvin didn't hide anything from her. "Vivian is about to lose her mind. She just needs one more spark."
One more spark?
Sarah smiled, instantly understanding her cousin's meaning. She immediately agreed to the proposal. "Alright, I'll attend with Zachary."
Anything that would make Vivian uncomfortable, she would do.
Even if it meant being around Zachary, whom she had always wanted to avoid.
The next day at Chancer Corporation.
In the reception room, James sat with a dark expression, waiting. He was supposed to sign a contract with a business partner today—a deal he had worked hard to secure after half a month of negotiations, with the signing date only confirmed yesterday.
For this signing, he had even cancelled all his other appointments for the day.
Next to him lay the contract that the project team had spent a full week completing.
Anyone could see this was Wilson Corporation's retaliation for not providing the production lines last time.
He thought Wilson's counterattack wouldn't come so soon, and he hadn't expected it to be so timely—right when he was about to close the deal.
Outside the Chancer Corporation building, a luxury car stopped at the entrance, and an elegantly dressed woman carrying a thermos walked into the building.
She was impeccably groomed, her dress accentuating her waist. The receptionist quickly greeted her. "Madam, you're here?"
"I happened to have time today, so I came to see James," Charlotte said gently.
The receptionist looked around and said quietly, "Your timing is perfect. The company just lost a big deal, and the chairman is in a bad mood."
Charlotte whispered, "How did we lose business?"

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