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Mrs. Brown found herself staring blankly at the buff man in front of her, having never expected a visit from such an 'illustrious' person in the office of her tiny confectionery company.
Well, that was a lie.
As someone who considered herself an in-law of the richest family in the country, she of course didn't need to give way to these so-called 'big shots', but that was still in the future.
After all, her simp of a daughter was quite slow.
Mrs. Brown was, of course, an expert in mental gymnastics, and had already jumped through several hoops to 'realize' why Mr. Black was here. 'Tch, just because my daughter managed to cuck his son by getting together with his ex-fiancée? Fuck off, man, do you expect the girl to remain single for the rest of her life?'
Mr. Black of course didn't expect the woman to be ecstatic or even grateful for his impromptu visit. After all, as someone who had recently been trying to cozy up to his rival, she should be feeling more terrified now than anything else.
If he knew her true thoughts, however, he would probably strangle her to death.
As true 'professionals', however, both of them maintained a neutral smile as Mr. Black started discussing a few 'unimportant' projects he was considering developing in the future.
Of course, Mrs. Brown would have to be blind as a bat to not see that this was a clear bait. How could Mr. Black 'suddenly' take such a deep interest in the confectionery industry? Not to mention anything else, right now it wasn't even in a 'booming' phase. He already had multiple far more significant industries he could sink money into if truly he wanted to do so.
Mr. Black smiled. "Of course, although I have all these plans, I'll need someone already experienced in the field to take the lead. I believe you would suit the role quite well."
Mrs. Brown was already tired of him beating around the bush, and gave him a skeptical look. "Really? With all due respect, Mr. Black, I have absolutely no idea what you're trying to do here. No offense, but if you don't tell me what you really want, I'll just think you want to screw me over somehow."
The buff man laughed. "Alright then, I'll be direct. I really just want to 'help you out a little', as long as you're willing to do me a little favor in exchange."
The woman gave him a blank look, as if wondering what sort of drugs he was on.
Mr. Black cleared his throat. "Let me clarify. Actually, there's someone I want you to help me meet. As for these deals, I really do wish to carry through with them, and would be more than happy to send them your way, as long as you can arrange that meeting for me."
Mrs. Brown couldn't help but be startled. Was there anyone she knew who wouldn't accept meeting him? Perhaps only that daughter-in-law of hers would qualify.
After all, although many others had the 'qualifications' to refuse the man, they didn't really have any reason to do so. This included the likes of Emilia's parents. Even as rivals, they would often meet, especially when it came to making deals with the state.
As for why he wanted to meet Emilia, a professional mental gymnast like Mrs. Brown could instantly come up with a thousand and one reasons. And over half of them involved cucking her simp of a daughter.
Mrs. Brown could feel a wave of surging anger rising from deep within her heart. 'To dare to set your sights on my daughter-in-law, and even asking me to help, is there no limit to his shamelessness? Ahh, what a pity that his wife is already dead, I heard she was quite a beauty. But if he thinks I can't screw him over just because of that, he's got another thing coming!'
As someone who had played all sorts of schemes and dramas in her youth, including running away with a fake baby in her belly, threatening to jump off a bridge, drugging her boyfriend, arranging fake double dates, threatening to cuck her boyfriend, pretending to have already done so, and even faking a miscarriage, there only existed dramas that hadn't yet had the opportunity to create, and none that she couldn't.
"The person I want you to help me meet—"
Mrs. Brown interrupted him, having no intention of even hearing about his surely disgusting plan. "I know, I know. To be honest, I don't care about these love affairs at all! Whatever happens, happens. So yeah, I can arrange it, but Mr. Black, I'm really nothing compared to you, so how do I know you'll hold up your end of the deal once you get what you want?"
Since she was going to screw him over, Mrs. Brown of course intended to do so 'thoroughly'. If there was a benefit she could get from him, she would take it. If there was a loss she could cause him, she would do it. If there was a wife she could fuck, she would have already done so.
Anyway, since he was going for her daughter-in-law, the White family would surely back her up anyway, right?
Mr. Black was a decisive man, and he directly handed over several already prepared contracts for her to take a look, lacking only his final signature. "Rest assured, as ruthless as I am to my enemies, I'm generous to my allies."
He had to admit that he underestimated this woman slightly. To think that she already figured out what he wanted, and even seemed quite prepared for it!
Since she knew about this, and was also trying to get that daughter of hers close to the White family's daughter, it was likely that she was even more familiar with their interpersonal relationships than himself!
If this was so, it was even possible that she had gotten close to Mrs. Miller intentionally, in an effort to make a bridge with Amos, who was interested in the woman's daughter. As long as one of these schemes of hers worked, she would have caught onto the very core of one of the biggest corporates in the country!
Perhaps it was no surprise that a schemer of this caliber was able to wrestle the control of that renowned fighter family and then even raise them to such a level all by herself.
Against such a woman, even though she was much weaker than him, Mr. Black decided to tread with caution. Thankfully, all the contracts had been prepared by his own people, and the woman didn't ask for any revisions.
Of course, Mr. Black didn't put her side of the deal on paper. To put it simply, even if it could be enforced, the best way to do so was through the sheer threat of the Black Tiger Corporation.
Mrs. Brown never clarified whom the man wanted to meet, so sure was she of her guess of Emilia being the only common link between the two of them, and Mr. Black vastly overestimated the woman's scheming, thinking that she already had it all figured out.
As soon as the buff man left, Mrs. Brown immediately called one of the numbers on her speed dial. "Sammy! It's your mother-in-law!"
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~ To be continued ~
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