"Not to worry. I'll instruct the team to devise a plan promptly.

However, you did ask us to find an architectural designer earlier and we've yet to find the right candidate."

Gladys sighed, her thoughts weighed down by the dwindling reputation of their real estate business. "We're struggling to secure a suitable architectural designer at the moment."

"I understand. I'll enlist the services of a professional headhunter to locate the ideal architectural designer," Lilah assured.

Afterward, Gladys returned to her tasks.

The acquisition of plot number nineteen seemed to create no significant ripples among the employees; it was akin to casting fine sand into a tranquil lake. A run-of-the-mill suburban plot held little transformative power.

As anticipated, Lilah appeared to be ill-suited for the real estate industry.

Upon learning of the news, Howard swiftly approached the board members to vent his frustrations.

He believed that if he were involved, they could have acquired more valuable land. He was willing to assist Lilah, not for personal gain or prestige, but she had declined his offer.

During a gathering, some board members raised this point, delivering severe admonishments to Lilah.

"Miss Phillips, as a woman, it seems you place an undue emphasis on matters of the heart. If you broaden your horizons and prioritize the company's interests, you could secure more than just this single piece of land.”

Lilah leaned against the back of her chair, her gaze fixed on Clin atel as he spoke, and she responded with nonchalance, “My father held the CEO position for so long. May I inquire whether any of you secured valuable land during his tenure?"

Clint paused, and then said, "The situation has changed. Howard is highly skilled. We need to bring him back to collaborate on the project. It could significantly boost our land's profitability.”

“That's not an option. My decision stands," Lilah said firmly.

Frustration edged into Clint's voice; he was unaccustomed to such blunt dismissal from Lilah, a younger colleague. "So, you're set on sabotaging our real estate ventures?" he challenged.

"Do you lack faith in my abilities, Mr. Patel?" Lilah queried.

“And why should I have any?" he countered.

"Understood, Mr. Patel, I wouldn't want to cause discomfort," Lilah said with a sigh, her tone hinting at conceding.

Clint's lips curled into a smirk as he was certain of Lilah's capitulation under the pressure.

Lilah, however, had a different play. "Mr. Patel, considering you own 5% shares in the company, let's make a deal. If I can turn a 50 million profit on this project, you'll hand over your shares. If I fail, you get mine."

The room fell into stunned silence.

Lilah had just thrown down the gauntlet!

This was a rare but known tactic in their company, used to resolve major disagreements by putting personal stakes on the Line.

Clint was momentarily stunned by Lilah's proposal.