"Uncle Forrest, it’s been a long time."
The middle-aged man in the wheelchair looked up at her in surprise, "Faye?"
Faye Townsend squatted down in front of the wheelchair, "Uncle Forrest, it’s me."
"I’ve heard about your situation. This child, such a big thing happened, why didn’t you come to me?"
"Uncle Forrest, I’m here to see you now.
I have something to ask of you. Can we talk in private?"
The man in the wheelchair waved his hand at his bodyguards, "Alright, you all can leave.
Faye, push me to the lounge, let’s talk there."
"Okay." Faye stood up, moved behind the wheelchair, and started pushing it. She glanced up and gave Oliver Turner a slight smile.
Oliver Turner stood aside with his arms crossed. She actually knows Old Forrest.
No wonder she was so confident she could land this project.
Now it seems the Skyward project is as good as his.
He turned his gaze to Hunter Warren, whose face had been gloomy since they arrived.
At this moment, Hunter Warren must be in total darkness.
Suddenly, it seemed that this little woman, Faye, wasn’t just ordinarily clever.
Perfect double advantage.
When Faye returned from the lounge, her face showed a triumphant smile.
She walked up to Oliver Turner and handed him an agreement, "This is what I signed with Uncle Forrest.
Now, my task is complete.
Skyward Group has canceled the bid; Theodore Avery is the designated sole partner for Skyward.
You can send someone to sign the contract tomorrow."
Oliver Turner chuckled wryly, "Tell me, how do you know Old Forrest? How did you persuade him?"
"Seems like that’s my business.
The air here is too polluted, I think since the task is done, can we leave now?"
Faye tilted her head, smiled casually, and took his arm.
The two left together, and then the senior management of Skyward Group came out to announce the cancellation of the sea freight bidding.
The entire banquet hall was instantly in an uproar.
Hunter Warren looked towards the entrance with dark, sinister eyes.
He turned around to chase after them. Zenia Yates grabbed his hand, "Hunter."
"This isn’t something you can handle, don’t get involved.
Let the driver take you home, I’m leaving first."
By the time Hunter Warren chased outside, Oliver Turner and Faye were already gone.
He turned back and kicked a stone pillar hard.
Revenge, is it? Well done, Faye.
He took out his phone and dialed Richard Townsend’s number.
On the other end, Richard Townsend answered respectfully, "Hello, brother-in-law."
"Regarding the Townsend Family matter, I’m giving you a chance to turn things around.
You have thirty minutes to come see me immediately."
In the car, Oliver Turner sat beside Faye, staring intently at her.
At first, Faye wanted to pretend not to notice.
But as he kept staring, she began to feel uncomfortable.
She simply turned to look at Oliver Turner, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Don’t you know? Your actions today have successfully piqued my curiosity.
With such a good connection like Old Forrest, why did you still ask me for help?"
Faye folded her arms and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Finding someone to cooperate with and adding trouble are two different things.
If I asked Uncle Forrest for help, he would directly finance the revival of the Townsend Family.
He wouldn’t ask me to repay it.
Debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay.
But with you, it’s different. We’re just fulfilling our respective needs, so the transaction is fair.