I'll assist you with it," Lilah suggested, effortlessly steering the conversation onto a different course. Laura merely nodded and smiled, though her lowered gaze revealed a deep introspection.

The clock neared 7 o'clock in the evening.

The room's occupants collectively shifted their attention toward the television.

At long last, the moment everyone had been eagerly anticipating had arrived and the news commenced its broadcast on the television screen.

"In recent developments, the highly-anticipated decision regarding the new government's relocation has been made. After thorough deliberation, the government has elected to transfer to..."

Everyone's eyes were fixated on the screen, anxious not to miss a single detail.

The room had fallen into an almost profound silence, where the sole perceptible sounds were the hushed inhalations of the attendees.

"To the southern district of our city," the anchor announced. "This area, while currently underdeveloped, boasts the allure of picturesque mountainous terrain and coastal beauty. Its economy, stable and promising, has led the government to pledge robust support for its growth."

The southern district of the city, bordering on the suburbs, was now set to become the focus of attention.

Plot number nineteen, in particular, stood to reap substantial benefits from this revelation.

The profound shock that had gripped the room endured for an extended moment .

The news they had previously received had unequivocally hinted at the government's relocation to the city center. How could such a dramatic shift have taken place?

In light of this turn of events, plots number three and eight had lost their significance.

The plot number eight sat right in the heart of the city. If the owner put in the effort, they might still rake in the cash, but the plot number three would undoubtedly prove worthless. They had been convinced the government would relocate nearby, elevating the land's market value to a staggering 400 million. Now, it appeared it might be worth no more than 200 million.

Marlene stared vacantly, as if her entire body's blood supply was rushing straight to her brain. She murmured, "It can't be... It's impossible..."

The others shared her disbelief.

"It appears the previous information was inaccurate."

"In these matters, uncertainty always looms."

"Marlene, don't be too disheartened. Remember the case from before?

An entrepreneur who once believed in a similar land's potential for future growth, only to discover otherwise. But they were clever; they transformed the residential area into a thriving shopping mall, still profiting and gaining the government's attention."

While some tried to console Marlene, a subtle irony tinged their expressions.

They believed Marlene had made a foolish move. This time, Marlene had dealt a massive blow to the Dillon Group.

Someone gazed at Laura and addressed Marlene, saying, “Plus, Laura's on board with your plans, and the Rhodes family is top-notch in this field. You should definitely consult with them."

Laura mustered a strained smile. She could sense the irony in their words.