As Noah Drexler’s words fell, Yancy Shaw’s smile froze, then turned into a serious expression.
"Since Mr. Drexler has put it that way, I won’t beat around the bush. I came to see you to propose a deal."
Upon hearing this, Noah Drexler showed no sign of surprise. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and straightforwardly asked,
"The terms?"
"Tonight, I’m willing to help you get the item you desire... Also, I’m willing to give you the piece of land TR has long coveted!" Yancy Shaw said with a serious look.
Hearing this, the fingers Noah Drexler was lightly tapping on his knee suddenly stopped, and his handsome face showed a hint of caution.
"What do you want?"
The conditions being offered were significant, especially the piece of land that could fetch a high price, which he’d been eyeing for a long time.
From a business perspective, since the other party was willing to pay such a price for the deal, what they wanted in return must be even more valuable.
"The white villa you bought on the outskirts of Zephyria four years ago," Yancy Shaw said seriously, looking at Noah Drexler.
After he finished speaking, Noah Drexler frowned. A villa of little importance, he indeed couldn’t remember it well.
However, using a piece of land worth a fortune to exchange for a small villa wasn’t exactly a savvy move.
"Boss, there indeed is such a matter." Sean Morgan, beside him, bent down and gently reminded Noah Drexler.
For such small investments, Noah Drexler typically wouldn’t get involved; they were arranged by his subordinates.
Therefore, it was understandable that he couldn’t recall such matters.
"This transaction should be very advantageous for you, I hope you won’t refuse me," Yancy Shaw continued.
A glimmer of surprise flashed through Noah Drexler’s dark eyes.
"The reason?"
He suddenly became curious about why the shrewd businessman sitting across from him was willing to make such an unbalanced trade.
"That shouldn’t be important to you, right?" Yancy Shaw chuckled and replied nonchalantly.
"However, since you’d like to know, I don’t mind telling you."
"That house was my late wife’s favorite place, and I want to buy it back." As he spoke, his expression showed a hint of pain.
Beside him, Summer Shawcross was taken aback.
She hadn’t expected that the man in front of her, only in his thirties, had already lost his wife...
However, seeing his deep affection and desire to buy back the house for his wife, she was touched and felt a bit sad.
The person is no longer here. Wouldn’t buying back the house only bring more sorrow?
Just as she was affected, perhaps due to the dry air in the room, her throat suddenly felt dry and itchy, and she couldn’t help but cough.
Instinctively covering her mouth, it was already too late.
The sound had already been made.
Her coughing caught Yancy Shaw’s attention, but he didn’t pay much heed and seriously looked at Noah Drexler.
"Mr. Drexler, what do you say? If it’s not enough, I can offer more!"
However, Noah Drexler’s gaze wasn’t on him.
"Take it away!" he said with a frown, handing the untouched cup of warm tea the bodyguard had just brought to the secretary beside him.
Summer Shawcross was momentarily stunned, looked down at the cup in his hand, and couldn’t help but feel speechless.
Did a secretary need to do tasks like serving tea and water?