Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 894:

With some hesitation, Marc took out the contract.

A hush fell over the room as they began to read through it.

Hackett, grinning mischievously, picked up the document. “What’s the matter? What’s with the silence? Is it such a big issue? It’s only a five-year commitment…”

But as he spoke, his smile gradually disappeared, and his face stiffened.

He could no longer find humor in the situation.

“Marc, are you serious? Is this the volume you supply to Elite Lux?”

“Wait, is your entire company dependent on Elite Lux?”

“Is this even real? How are we supposed to handle such a large amount?”

“That’s not fair, Marc.”

One of the quieter men exchanged a glance with Hackett, then patted Marc on the shoulder. “Marc, this isn’t right. Remember when your daughter was kidnapped abroad? Hackett saved her. Without his help, who knows what might have happened? Now it’s time for you to repay him, don’t you think?”

Marc’s stomach dropped at the memory.

Hackett dismissed it with an air of false humility. “Oh, that was nothing significant.”

“Nothing?” the other man retorted. “Marc, Hackett saved your life. Now he’s been offended, and you won’t support him? Do you even belong to this association? Look, we’re not abandoning you. We’ll take twenty percent of the order. You figure out the rest. It’ll work itself out, right?” Before Marc could respond, Hackett stood up. “Thanks, Marc. Don’t look so down. Daniela’s big orders mean she depends on you, doesn’t she? She won’t dare upset you. Maybe she’ll even beg you later. What do you think?”

Marc responded with a forced, bitter laugh.

Leaving the trade association, he felt an overwhelming weight on his heart.

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The underlying message from everyone was clear: they wanted him to test the boundaries.noveldrama

If he didn’t comply, he risked being expelled from the association.

Daniela was reviewing documents in her office when Lillian knocked on the door. “Daniela, Marc is here. He wants to meet with you.”

Daniela nodded.

Soon, Marc stepped into the room, carrying a gift. “Ms. Harper, it’s been a while. Just a small token of appreciation.”

Daniela barely glanced at the gift. “What do you want?”

Marc knew Daniela had little patience for small talk or needless conversation, which only added to her enigmatic nature. People like her were the hardest to read.

He let out a short, nervous chuckle. “Well, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

Daniela nodded again. “Then get to it.”

Marc swallowed hard. “The cost of raw materials has risen recently. So, would you consider raising our price?”

Daniela remained calm as she looked at Marc. “We have a contract, don’t we?”

Marc nodded quickly. “We do. But business has been rough, and I’m in a tight spot. Could you consider a little flexibility, maybe a slight percentage increase?”

Lillian rested against the doorframe, her gaze fixed on Marc.

Daniela, however, remained unfazed. “How much are you asking?”

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