Free Web NovelChapter 159: Chapter 159 Landers
Sylvia’s POV
I returned to my office with a burning question in my mind: why continue with this troubled project at all? We were already halfway through, but the additional funds they demanded were simply impossible to provide.
Settling at my desk, I immediately began pulling up files on LC Company. My eyes narrowed with determination as my fingers flew across the keyboard, searching for any information that might give me leverage.
After several hours of research, my efforts paid off. I knew there had to be a reason behind John’s sudden urgency. It turned out he wasn’t the only decision-maker at LC. Internal conflicts were brewing, which explained why John was so desperate to increase the price—he needed to impress the company’s upper management.
I pressed my lips together in contempt when I realized his true motive. So this was John’s game? The fact that he was haggling over price rather than canceling outright meant LC still wanted the project. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered with this power play.
He was counting on my desperation, believing I couldn’t walk away. The arrogance of it made me want to laugh. Did he honestly think I couldn’t function without LC? No one in this world is indispensable—a lesson John apparently needed to learn.
Without hesitation, I called my assistant to contact another LC executive named Landers.
"Miss Frost?" Henry appeared confused when I explained my request. "Why are we contacting Landers? Are we really continuing with that company after how John treated us?"
"Of course," I replied coolly. "Despite everything, LC remains our best gateway into the European market."
Henry nodded slowly, processing my reasoning. "But why Landers specifically?"
I turned my computer screen toward him, showing the company hierarchy I’d uncovered. His eyes widened as understanding dawned on him.
"Miss Frost, you’re brilliant!" he exclaimed, eyes shining with admiration. "You’re planning to exploit their internal competition, aren’t you? To divide and conquer from within?"
I allowed myself a small smile. "I see your mind works quite quickly." freeweɓnøvel.com
Henry flushed at the compliment, looking pleased. "I’ll contact Landers right away."
Later that afternoon, Henry burst into my office, barely containing his excitement. "Miss Frost! We’ve made contact!"
"With Landers?" I stood, surprised by how quickly things were moving.
"Yes, and he seemed very receptive. He’s willing to meet with us to discuss possibilities."
Though excited, something about this felt almost too easy. "Did he say anything else?"
Henry thought carefully before shaking his head. "No, just that he’s open to a meeting. Is something wrong?"
After careful consideration, I decided if I wanted to break this stalemate, I needed to play the game fully. "When is the meeting set for?"
"Tomorrow afternoon," Henry replied.
"Good. Prepare the contract drafts and you’ll accompany me there."
"Understood!" Henry nodded eagerly, clearly invested in our plan now.
Though the ease of arrangement raised some concerns, perhaps this simply meant we were on the right track. If things were falling into place, my instincts had been correct.
I returned to my research, digging deeper into LC’s internal dynamics. What I discovered confirmed my suspicions—Landers and John were actively competing for the position of CEO at LC Group. Their rivalry was so intense that management avoided putting them in the same room, as they were known to come to blows over trivial matters.
The thought of the professionally polished John I’d met engaging in such behavior was almost laughable. But it also presented a perfect opportunity. By aligning with Landers, I could deliver a devastating blow to John’s ego and reclaim the upper hand in our negotiations.
I lifted my chin slightly, feeling a new sense of purpose. Since future cooperation with John seemed impossible anyway, why bother preserving his dignity? He certainly hadn’t considered mine when making his outrageous demands.
A cold determination settled in my eyes. Tomorrow’s meeting couldn’t come soon enough.
John had underestimated me, thinking I was just another corporate puppet who would bend to pressure.
Caesar’s POV
Dylan stared at me with wide-eyed amazement, his face a picture of awe. "Holy shit, Alpha! That was some next-level strategy."
I merely raised an eyebrow at his praise, not bothering to respond. My focus remained on the reports spread across my desk, though my thoughts were elsewhere—with Sylvia and her current predicament.
"Seriously though, Cae," he pressed, using the nickname only my closest pack members dared, "how did you know Luna Sylvia would reach out to Landers?"
I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled. "It’s simple strategy. You just need to study their history to find the pressure points."
My Beta’s eyes lit up with that familiar look—like a student eager to learn from the master. The respect was flattering, if somewhat amusing. Dylan had been by my side through countless business wars and pack conflicts, yet he still regarded my most basic maneuvers with wonder. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Get back to work," I instructed, my tone leaving no room for argument despite its casual delivery. Then I added with deliberate emphasis: "And remember—Sylvia must never know I had you contact Landers first."
"The approach needs to appear organic. Make sure Landers believes reaching out was entirely his idea."
Dylan nodded vigorously. "Understood, Cae. I’ll make sure everything looks coincidental."
He hesitated at the door, a smirk playing across his lips. "You know, for someone who spent years avoiding a mate bond, you sure are putting in overtime to impress her now."
I shot him a warning glare that would have sent lesser wolves scrambling for cover.
Dylan threw his hands up in surrender, still grinning. "Alright, alright! Not my business. This mated life stuff is beyond my comprehension anyway." He shook his head as he retreated. "I’ll make sure Landers keeps his mouth shut about our involvement."
Once alone, I stared at the documents before me, not seeing a single word on the page. My mind was entirely occupied with Sylvia.
My Sylvia. My mate. My brilliant, stubborn, fiercely independent she-wolf.
If I had approached Landers’ situation the same way she would—and I knew I had—it wasn’t coincidence but evidence of how perfectly matched we truly were. Strategic minds that operated in sync, even when working separately.
So instead of taking over, I simply smoothed the path ahead, ensuring her brilliant plan would succeed without obstruction. The satisfaction would be entirely hers, as it should be.
I glanced at my phone, reading her text again:
"Just busy with work. Sorry, dear."
Short, direct, revealing nothing of her struggles or plans. My lips curved into a knowing smile. Even in messages, she maintained her independence, handling her battles alone.
I typed a reply: "Dinner at 8. Your seat is waiting. "
I flicked through my calendar to the reminder I’d set for our evening plans. "Call chef about Sylvia’s favorite dessert," it read. Beneath it, I’d written a note to myself: "Remember flowers—white roses with blue tips. Special order from Geneva."
Looking at these meticulous details, a soft chuckle escaped me. "My ungrateful little mate," I murmured affectionately to the empty room.
