This client expressed a desire to collaborate with the company. Initially, Justin Battleson had no intention of signing the contract, but hesitated upon learning that the client was adept at growing roses.
He remembered that Charlotte Thompson loved roses.
"Mr. Battleson, look, these are the roses I’ve cultivated."
The client pointed to a garden not far away, gesturing to Justin.
Justin looked in the direction the client indicated, toward a sea of pale pink roses. The flowers were delicate and beautiful, and the evening breeze carried their faint fragrance.
Standing there, Justin seemed to smell the distinctive scent of Charlotte.
"I really like your estate. If you’re interested in working with me, I’m willing to concede three points to buy it."
Justin elegantly raised his glass to the client.
His fingers were slender, his knuckles pronounced. His eyes were light, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.
The client was somewhat astonished. He had always heard that Justin never compromised his own benefits in business deals, but now he was willing to give up three points just for a patch of roses.
"This?" The client hesitated, unsure if this was a trap set by Justin.
"Don’t worry, I’ve had my assistant bring the contract. If you find it acceptable, we can sign it today. You will earn three points more from our cooperation, which you can use to sell me your estate. In fact, it is more than enough."
Justin could see the client’s hesitation and smiled reassuringly.
Although this was a negotiation, his voice carried an authoritative, commanding tone that didn’t seem to call for an argument.
"Mr. Battleson is very generous. It would be my honor if you’d like to buy my estate."
The client scrutinized the contract handed over by Michael Richard. There was nothing wrong with it, indeed, and it stated explicitly that Justin willingly lost the three points.
The market valuation of Justin’s concession could reach 300 billion.
As he said, it was more than enough to buy his estate.
"Not at all, I really like your roses. I think someone who can grow such fine roses would also be a great business partner."
Justin smiled softly, somewhat looking forward to seeing Charlotte’s reaction to the rose garden.
"Michael, take the contract back to the office. I need to go to the hotel first."
Justin stepped into the car, throwing the contract to Michael before reclining in the back seat to rest.
His long eyelashes hung low, shielding his beautiful, deep phoenix eyes.
Justin initially planned to go to Charlotte’s hotel, hoping to take her to the estate. However, he received a call from Adam Ross on the way.
"What’s up?" Justin slowly opened his eyes, his voice raspy.
"How’s the investigation going?" Adam glanced at the trending gossips, asking quietly. This text is hosted at Nove1Fire.net
"I’ve talked to Charlotte, and you’re right." Justin’s eyes flickered closed, then opened again, clear and bright.
"Since it’s my child, he should be brought back to the Ross family." Adam smirked wickedly.
"That’s your decision to make."
Justin was about to hang up when he suddenly heard Adam’s voice coming through the line, low and cautious.
"No new information from the detective abroad, but this trending topic is quite lively. Aren’t you worried it’ll reach Stardust Garden?"
Adam’s voice was low and teasing.
"I’ve already arranged for someone to handle it. It won’t affect the company or Charlotte."