chapter 663


    Charmine met his eyes and answered honestly, "Of course it''s real. I know the reason you all stayed here for so


    long isn''t to mark up the price, and it''s not that you all want more money. You just want to preserve thest


    heritage area in Burlington.


    "I understand your sentiment, and I understand where you''re alling from. The Jordan Group used to be the


    No.1 development group in the country, and we have the duty to make our country proud!"


    Most of the tall towers all around the country were built in a European- esque manner. Only some attraction spots


    still preserved the heritage buildings.


    Burlington was a country of rich culture and history, How could its tradition be drowned with the tides of time?


    On the right top corner of the painting, a line of words was written, [Our aim is to bring back the glory of


    Burlington.]


    As the residents realized how much effort and conviction Charmine had to bring back Burlington''s glory, coupled


    with that painting of hers, their eyes welled with tears, especially the Chief''s.


    Tears rolled down his cheeks. He had grown in Westfield from a tender age; he watched as the surrounding green


    tiles and walls were destroyed. He watched as tall buildings were built around Westfield.


    The town grew busy as their traditions faded gradually...


    The prosperous Westfield no longer showed the glory of the past.


    They swore to guard this ce, with the aim of preserving thest trace of history in this city-to guard


    the only remaining heritage area in Burlington.


    They did tell this to quite a few developers, but they were shot down instead.


    In an era of globalization, they chose to guard the old building of the past. They were called rigid,


    corrupted, naive, and unable to progress with the times.


    The ancient buildings were all very detailed, exquisite, and carefully made. Even a carved window was


    way moreplex than the newly built window these days.


    This type of architecture required at least double the time and capital. It was impossible to make gains.


    Therefore, the developers never considered buildings of a medieval style.


    Yet, there she was, Charmine who understood them! She even designed this tower over one night!


    Warren looked at Charmine with his reddened eyes, his body slightly trembling. "You''re Charmine,


    right? As long as you can promise to keep our tradition, I''ll sign with you! I can even give you thisnd


    for free!"


    Charmine’s red lips curled up as she agreed, "I won''t let you down."


    Brandon took out the well-prepared contract and gave it to them.


    Max instantly scowled, mming his hand on the table as he shot up from his seat.


    Thomp!


    "Chief Warren, didn’t you agree to sell thisnd to me? How could you break your promise?"


    "My apologies, but we''ve made a new decision now. Please leave," Warren said coldly. 1


    They agreed earlier as they did not have a choice. Max said many bad things about Charmine: He told


    them how she killed Tiffany and how, if they did not sign with her, Charmine would use all kinds of dirty


    tricks to kill them all. 1


    Therefore, for the sake of their younger generation, in addition to the excellent offer, they decided to


    sign with Max.


    Thankfully, the truth was revealed that Charmine was far from a diabolical individual. The people of Westfield no


    longer had to cooperate with Max D''Cruz!


    Max''s eyes darkened. "You all want the ancient design? We can design something even better! We can even offer


    you a better deal!"


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    "No need, young man. Go home. We can tell that you only want the profits; youck the sincerity and spirit to


    prolong the tradition I can see from Charmine," countered Warren.


    "Leave! Go away!” rebelled the people. "We’re not selling Westfield to you!" ''


    Max’s eyes turned cold and evil. "You’re breaking your promise. Are you able to pay the price for it?” 1


    As he spoke, hundreds of strongly built bodyguards rushed forward, surrounding them all. Each of them had an


    electronic baton in hand, menacing as they stood.


    Warren and the Westfield residents huddled together instantly, alerted and shocked by the sudden intrusion.


    Max was using force? Was he going to attack them?


    Warren looked at Max angrily. "As long as the contract isn’t signed, thisnd still belongs to US. We have the rights


    to choose who we''re selling to. What can you do?"


    "Men with big goals don''t care about the small things. Thisnd can only belong to me, Max D''Cruz! You should


    reconsider your choice now!" growled Max.