Julian camped out in front of his inbox every day, waiting for a reply from the Mr. K Victoria had mentioned.
"Vicky, why haven't we heard anything from Mr. K yet?" His eyes were bloodshot, his voice rough and hoarse.
Victoria looked away guiltily. "People at that level are always busy. But don't worry—I asked my dad to make some discreet inquiries. My parents are coming over tonight to discuss the investment. We'll get this locked down properly."
Harold sat in his wheelchair, staring coldly at Victoria. "If we don't secure this investment tonight, your engagement to my son is off."
For the banquet, the Grants had scraped together every last cent they had.
Monica, fighting through a splitting headache, had booked the most expensive banquet package at a five-star hotel.
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