Meanwhile, in a lavish villa elsewhere, Zayden lounged on a leather sofa, a cigar between his fingers. He released a languid exhale and directed his gaze toward the individual opposite him. “How are things progressing with the board? Assisting me would undoubtedly be advantageous for them," he said.

The figure across from Zayden mirrored Zayden's relaxed demeanor, puffing on his cigar amidst the wisps of smoke.

After contemplating, the man spoke with measured deliberation. "It's feasible, but Mr. Fredrick, you must demonstrate genuine commitment first."

Zayden let out a low chuckle, casting a sidelong glance. “Becker, what do you want?"

Becker quenched his cigar with a contented smile, meeting Zayden's gaze steadily. “It's not about my desires. My allegiance lies with you. However, to navigate negotiations with the board, a tangible demonstration of commitment is indispensable."