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    After a brief moment of anger, Gabriel regained hisposure, his gaze turning cold. "Damon, Mr. Westcott assured me he wouldn''t partner with Prospectus Technology. Otherwise, he wouldn''t have signed this contract with me. Stop lying."


    Damon remained unfazed and spoke calmly. "Believe me or not, it makes no difference to me."


    With that, he turned and continued into Tim''s office with Spencer following close behind.


    Gabriel stared at Damon''s retreating back and instructed his secretary, "We''re going back inside. I need to see for myself whether Damon or Tim is lying to me."


    Trailing Damon, Gabriel stormed into Tim''s office.


    Seeing both men enter together, Tim raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hackett, what brings the two of you here together? Is there an issue with your contract as well, Mr. Hackett?"


    The subtle emphasis on "as well" struck Gabriel like a ton of bricks. His expression darkened.


    "Mr. Westcott, you assured me at the restaurant that you wouldn''t coborate with Prospectus Technology. How do you exin what Mr. Sumner just told me that Prospectus Technology signed a deal with you this morning?" Gabriel demanded.


    Tim arched his brow before offering a calm smile. "Oh, that''s correct. Prospectus Technology''s deal is unrted to chip technology. It''s a joint investment in electric vehicles.


    "As I recall, you asked me not to partner with Prospectus Technology on chip-rted projects at the restaurant. I kept my word, didn''t I?"


    It didn''t take Gabriel long to realize Tim had yed him-manipting the situation with clever semantics.


    "Mr. Westcott, your actions amount to deliberate misrepresentation. Purchasing Nyce Tech''stest chip technology at such a low price is borderline fraud. If you don''t terminate your deal with Prospectus Technology, I''ll take legal action," Gabriel growled, his voice low and filled with barely restrained anger.


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    Tim''s smile faded as he narrowed his eyes. "Mr Hackett, I''ve already obtained security footage of our conversation at the restaurant. If you''d like, I can send it to you. The footage clearly shows that you proposed the pricing terms, and I merely agreed.


    "Furthermore, I only promised not to engage in chip-rted projects with Prospectus Technology—a promise I upheld. Any misunderstanding is on your end."


    Tim''s voice turned sharper. "If you wish to sue, the Westcott Group''s legal team will dly oblige. But know this not only will you lose, but you''ll


    also be required to deliver the


    chips as per the contract. Should you attempt to breach it, we''l


    pursue fullpensation under thew."


    Gabriel let out a bitterugh. "I see now. You and Damon orchestrated this entire trap for me. Fine. You''ve


    won this round. Butset


    won''t be a next time." ( belongs to


    With that, he stormed out of the office, fury radiating from every step.


    Gabriel vowed to avenge the humiliation he had endured.


    As he walked out of the Westcott Group, he threw the contract onto the ground and stomped on it, his face a mask of rage.


    His secretary hesitated before picking up the crumpled document and brushing off the dirt. "Mr. Hackett, what''s our next step?" "Head back to Saintornia," Gabriel spat.


    This trip to Capitarnia had been an unmitigated disaster.


    Not only had he gained nothing, but he had also suffered losses in the billions. The mere thought of it stoked his anger.


    He swore to himself one day, he would settle the score.