Chapter 381:

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As Matthew stepped out of the car, a man hurriedly approached him. «Mr. Clark.»

Matthew frowned, recognizing the man as Alex Avila, the head of the recently terminated construction team. With an air of detachment, Matthew moved to walk past him.

Alex was taken aback but quickly repositioned himself in front of Matthew, pleading, «Mr. Clark, it was an unfortunate incident. Please grant me another opportunity; I assure you there won’t be any further mistakes.»

Matthew fixed his gaze on Alex, ice-cold. «You’ll be held accountable for this mishap by Prosperity Group. There will be no forgiveness.»

Alex’s face contorted in a mix of emotions.

By the time he collected himself, Matthew had already moved on, heading into the hotel.

Seized by a sudden impulse, Alex shouted after him, «You’ll regret this, Matthew Clark! Sooner or later, you’ll be the one begging for a chance!»

Ignoring Alex’s frustrated remarks, Matthew felt anxious about Stella and wanted to reach out to her immediately. Stationed outside the elevator, he swiveled his head towards Fernando and commanded, «My phone’s dead. Hand me yours.»

Without hesitation, Fernando relinquished his phone. Just as Matthew was about to dial, a voice hailed him.

«Mr. Clark.»

Several attendees from the dinner approached, coinciding with the elevator’s arrival.

«The elevator’s here. We can continue our discussion in the private room,» Fernando interjected.

Remembering Alex’s earlier haughtiness, Fernando felt it prudent to exercise discretion, wary of potential eavesdroppers.

Boarding the elevator, the crowd exchanged courteous greetings with Matthew.

Given the circumstances, he had no choice but to postpone his call to Stella and return Fernando’s phone. Once inside the private room, Matthew summoned a waiter to place their orders.

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After the waiter retreated, silence enveloped the space.

Matthew, occupying the main seat, wore an expression of forlorn thought. He surveyed the room with an icy stare. «Listen up, we’re putting the Fairwa project on hold for a few days.»

The decision met with a series of understanding nods. Everyone knew that resolving the current crisis took precedence over project timelines.

«Alex had previously secured this project through illicit means. To think he’d be the cause of such a catastrophe,» lamented the project manager, seizing the rare opportunity to unburden his frustrations in Matthew’s presence.

Matthew’s expression darkened as he fixed his gaze on the project manager. «Continue.»

«Alex’s audacity largely stems from his backer. This patron happens to be a local strongman in Bysea…» The project manager hesitated, his voice tinged with apprehension. «Stevie Craig.»

Matthew’s frown deepened, but he remained silent.

The others chimed in, «Stevie’s indulgence has only made Alex and his underlings more arrogant. Their sole focus is profiteering from this project.»

«He’s put us all in jeopardy. If the project falls through because of this mess, all our recent efforts will have been for nothing.»

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