Chapter 136

Settling back into the sofa, Conan smirked. “I’ll let this slide, since you’re Ms. Stevens’s brother, but let me offer some advice, kid—don’t judge people by appearances. Do you think I’d be this confident without substantial backing?”

Irene defended Leroy, saying, “Aren’t you just another social climber? What’s the big deal?”

Conan snorted. “Old hag, you’re just as blind as your son. Why don’t you ask Ms. Stevens if I’m worth the trouble? Without me, this South City project won’t get off the ground, I’ll bet on that.”

Irene and Leroy glared at him, resentment and anger evident.

Before they could respond, Christina snapped, “Mom, are you trying to ruin everything? Thrive Enterprise is our only reliable supplier. Or would you rather find another supplier yourself?”

Irene and Leroy fell silent, shrinking back.

Conan smiled with satisfaction. “Ms. Stevens, you truly are a gem of the business world. Smart, capable, and beautiful—a rare combination.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Huxley,” Christina replied. “I apologize for my family’s earlier behavior. Now, shall we discuss the material supply from Thrive Enterprise?”

Conan laughed and waved his hand. “There’s no rush.”

He snapped his fingers, and his bodyguards sprang into action; one set out two glasses while another poured red wine.

“What’s the meaning of this, Mr. Huxley?” Christina frowned.

Conan raised a glass, smiling. “Let’s have a drink to celebrate our partnership.”

Christina objected. “But we haven’t even signed the contract. I’ll gladly have a drink with you after we conclude our business.”

“Ms. Stevens, surely you know my three golden rules of business?” Conan grinned. “First, I like a little drink to loosen up. Second, I enjoy some companionship to ease the pressure. Third, well… a combination of the two is the ultimate pleasure.”

Christina immediately understood his intentions. She suppressed her disgust and stated coldly, “Mr. Huxley, I’m engaged to Harvey. I’m afraid I can’t participate in your so-called ‘golden rules.’”

Her tone brooked no negotiation, but Leroy, still fuming, interjected, “If it’s drinking you want, I’ll drink with you! Bring it on!”

“Mr. Huxley, if you enjoy drinking, we can celebrate at a restaurant after signing the contract,” Irene chimed in with a forced smile. “Stevens Corporation would be honored to host, and we’ll ensure you have a great time!”

Conan’s face darkened. “Ms. Stevens, your family talks too much. Make them be quiet—they’re ruining my mood. And yes, I know you’re engaged to Mr. Weller. Everyone in Jayrodale knows your family is cozying up to a big shot like him.”

Conan’s smirk deepened. “But I’m not doing anything inappropriate; just having a drink with you. Even if Mr. Weller finds out, he can’t say anything about that, can he?”

“Fine, I’ll have a drink with you,” Christina said, suppressing her disgust. “I hope you’ll still be clear-headed enough to discuss business afterward.”

Conan did not move but instead licked his lips while staring at Christina. “Ms. Stevens, I admire your straightforwardness, but before we toast, I have… one more request.”