He contacted old acquaintances in the real estate, finance, and media circles one by one, some he never wanted to meet, some dinners he had sworn he'd never attend again in this lifetime.
But today, he personally called all of them, promising resource swaps, project dividends, and introductions to connections.
He spoke while gritting his teeth, writing down the conditions the others proposed.
In less than twenty minutes, Tristan Lowell's shoulders slumped.
The straightened spine unknowingly hunched over, the suit jacket hung loosely on him.
He leaned against the sofa armrest, fingers rubbing his temples unconsciously.
After making call after call, most of the responses he received were ambiguous, mainly perfunctory.
No one was willing to stand up for him at this critical juncture.
Cora Lowell!
This time, the Lowell Family's losses were all because of her!
In the future, she must repay every bit without any deduction!
