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Chapter 66 A Lavish Banquet 68% +5 Pearts Milly had no plans to linger, particularly because she wasn't acquainted with any of Ken's friends. Her sole aim was to deliver a gift and depart.

Yet, as Ken observed her getting ready to leave, he grew unexpectedly worried. "Hold on, Milly, now that you're here, why not join us for dinner? I've arranged a table and the meal is prepared. It would be regrettable for you to depart so promptly.

Milly was perplexed. “Isn't this a party? You must have other schoolmates present. Let them enjoy the meal." Ken hesitated.

Indeed, he lied about it being a birthday party. If only he had known earlier, he wouldn't have spoken like that.

"Um... they've all left. I asked my classmates over last night, but since you're unfamiliar with them, I extended a separate invitation to you today." With that, he gently grasped her hand and directed her toward the elevator, anxious she might depart.

"It's the truth. If you doubt me, go up and verify. The meal is ready, and there aren't any other classmates!" As Milly was drawn along, she experienced unease. In a spontaneous move, she inadvertently collided his hand against the door frame, producing a resounding “thud".

Ken was startled by her intense response. "You Milly retreated a step to regain her composure. “I apologise, it was unintentional. I simply am not accustomed to being in close proximity to the opposite gender." Upon noticing her pallid complexion, Ken promptly offered reassurance. "It's alright, it's my fault. I shouldn't have pulled you without your consent." Milly, grappling with guilt, asked about his hand. "Is your hand alright?" "It's alright, not hurting in the least. We experience far tougher tumbles during training, so this is minor." Upon hearing her concern, Ken was overwhelmed with excitement, his whole being buzzing with energy. He was so thrilled that he wished he could execute a perfect Thomas flair right then and there, disregarding any discomfort in his hand.

"Milly, since we've made it all the way here, why not cup and take a look? I've specifically asked the chef to prepare several new dishes for you. If you don't come, I'll truly be heartbroken. I promise. It won't take long With an expression filled with hope, Ken looked at Milly, his demeanour resembling that of a worried pup afraid of being left behind.

Despite his imposing stature, he now appeared pitifully like an abandoned puppy on the verge of being deserted.

Milly sighed silently. There was no use in getting annoyed with someone so young.

Chapter 66 A Lavish Banquet must depart." Ken beamed with delight and nodded cagerly. That's enough." The elevator rose to the highest level.

68% Milly, who deemed herself somewhat cultured from her previous life, had frequented many lavish gatherings. However, she was still surprised by the grandeur of the top floor.

If the ground level was impressive, the top floor was undeniably splendid and lavish.

The entire level resembled something out of a fairy tale palace. Milly pondered whether the decor included real gemstones. While the Fitzgeralds asserted it was merely a five-star hotel, she suspected they were downplaying it. This place could effortlessly qualify as a seven-star! Ken guided her into a room, and upon swinging the door open, she was met with a feast suitable for royalty, once again leaving her in amazement.

This feast wasn't just figurative. It was a genuine royal banquet! Arranged on a colossal revolving table, spacious enough for forty to fifty guests, lay an assortment of exquisite dishes. Shrouded in mist emanating from dry ice, it mirrored a spectacle from a lavish banquet.

No, it was even more extravagant than a lavish banquet! Even if she managed to try a small portion of each dish, she doubted she could savour them all.

"You didn't cook up over a hundred dishes for this banquet, did you?" Milly asked.

Ken scratched his head, “It's actually beyond a hundred dishes, but strictly speaking, it's not a typical banquet because of regulations concerning certain protected animals. As a result, our chefs have made salterations to the menu." Milly was speechless.

In a separate chamber, George rubbed his temples, his delicate fingers sliding over the contract before. flinging it to Danny behind him, remarking. "Have a look at this." Danny awkwardly received the contract and meticulously reviewed it.

In his thoughts, he couldn't shake off the question: The Fitzgeralds clearly intend to appease Mr. Tate by assigning the smaller projects while keeping the big ones for ourselves. Yet, even with such efforts, Mr. Tate still doesn't regard them highly enough to bother looking at the contracts.

Yet, it was clear that the Fitzgeralds were ready to engage in what appeared to be an unprofitable agreement just to linger in the shadow of the Tate Group. Considering the Tate Group's substantial influence in Halturia's industry, even a small portion of their prosperity would be enough to support the Fitzgeralds Many families endeavoured to align themselves with Tate Group. George's readiness to collaborate with the Fitzgeralds stemmed from their efficient product structure, which made cooperation less complicated. Ultimately, businessmen prioritize their personal interests.

Following a comprehensive review of the project cooperation plan and a careful observation of George's Chapter 66 A Lavish Banquet attitude, Danny confidently declared, "Mr. Tate, there are no concerns with the contract. You can proceed to sign." He then handed the contract to George.

With a subtle "hmm", George retrieved a valuable golden pen from his pocket and promptly affixed his signature. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The agreement was finalised.

Jason was pleasantly taken aback by the seamless process. He warmly shook hands with Danny, conveying his appreciation. "Thank you, Mr. Jarvis. Thank you, Mr. Tate. We are fully confident in this project and look forward to its success,"

Among their circle, it was widely known that George, the CEO of Tate Group, was a germaphobe who m steered dear of physical contact.

Even a handshake was off the table, let alone enduring the smell of smoke from someone nearby. There was a small business owner from an emerging industry who endeavoured to win favour with Tate Group by sending two women, only to find themselves bankrupt and forced into liquidation the very next day.

Following that, whether they believed it or not, everyone remained silent.

Danny remained composed, wearing a professional smile on his face. “Then we'll wait for your good news."

Deep down, however, he couldn't help but harbour doubts. He knew om didn't wield enough influence to sway N George's decisions. This was merely a formality after George's review, and he was just playing the role of a conversationalist.

"Of course!" Jason chuckled, his weathered face etched with wrinkles. "It's getting late. Let's enjoy a meal first.

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