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    By the time evening fell, the news had spread among all of Caiden’s friends and patients on the same floor. Katrina’s smirk sharpened, the hint of malice in her expression impossible to miss. Silently, she scoffed to herself, “What an absolute idiot.”


    Meanwhile, Richard, worried that Alexander might encounter another setback, decided to apany him in person this time. Alongside them, several project managers gathered, their spirits high. As they awaited Dani’s arrival, they engaged in lighthearted conversation.


    “Marco, this year has been phenomenal for you, hasn’t it? You must be seeing some hefty profits from this project,” one of them remarked.


    Basking in the glow of a deep suntan earned from countless hours outdoors, Marco Pittman shed a broad smile. His hands,rge and calloused from the rigors of construction work, were a testament to his dedication, yet he exuded pride.


    “Indeed, we’ve done quite well financially. It’s a rarity to encounter someone like Ms. Harper who genuinely appreciates hardbor. She’s always quick to pay and even quicker to lend a hand whenever we’re in a bind. There was this one instance when a hurricane was on the approach, and I was concerned about falling behind. I nearly had the team work straight through the storm. However, she personally visited the site and dered she’d extend our deadline by a full week. She remarked that we already put in more than enough effort and refused to push us further. During summer, she ensured we had chilled beverages, and when the cold hit, she didn’t hesitate to provide heaters. She even constructed dormitories adjacent to the site for us. Having been in this industry for years, I’ve yet to meet another leader as fair andpassionate as her. I’ll undoubtedly give my all for her!”


    Raul Brewer chimed in, “I’m finally taking a real break this year, too. The project I’ve been managing just wrapped up, and we passed the inspection yesterday. Ms. Harper has already transferred the final payment. It’s a relief—I can face my crew with pride now.


    You know, with other contracts, payment dys aremon, and I often feel embarrassed in front of my team.” The crowd erupted in heartyughter.


    “Come on, Marco, don’t hold out! How much did you make? I heard about your new car. Seems like you’re doing quite well for yourself!” Marco chuckled, hisplexion tanned from days in the sun. His eyes sparkled as he shed a wide, toothy smile. Lifting his hand, he shed a number with his fingers. Richard nced at him, presuming Marco was merely an amateur worker who wouldn’t earn much.


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    However, the moment Richard caught sight of the number Marco disyed, he was stunned into silence. His mind reeled as if struck by a massive explosion.


    Richard tried to smile politely, but it came off forced and ufortable.


    “You really earned that much?”


    “What I’ve earned is nothingpared to what others have made.


    You know how much Raul earned?” Marco raised his hand, miming a figure.


    Richard felt his heart skip a beat as the words hit him. His chest clenched, and for a brief moment, he thought he might faint right there.


    He shot a quick nce at Alexander, his voice trembling.


    “Is that really possible to earn that much?”


    Having distanced himself from the business world, Richard only had a general sense of howrge these projects were, but he never imagined the profits could reach such astronomical numbers. Alexander, still involved in business, knew these projects were profitable, but even he hadn’t anticipated figures like this. This was more than anything he had ever imagined. Alexander frowned in disbelief.


    “Are you sure there’s no mistake? Could the profit really be this high?”


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