Chapter 647


    Chapter 647 I Don’t Have Money


    Recently, the business world in Loxton has been tumultuous, mysterious, and unpredictable.


    The Breens’ representative in Eskana, Edson, had joined forces with several major families to besiege


    the Duncan Corporation, aiming to destroy itpletely.


    Everyone was specting on how long the Duncan Corporation could resist in the face of the fierce


    attack from powerful external capital.


    The Breens even arrogantly dered that they would destroy the Duncan Corporation within three


    days.


    The reason they dared to make such bold statements was that they had the capital to back it up. After


    all, hical actions like this were not new for the Breens.


    As a formidable top-tier capital force, the Breens were infamous overseas, showcasing the sinister


    nature of capitalists to the fullest.


    Unfortunately, even the usually unbeatable Breens seemed to be facing a Waterloo this time. They had


    been besieging the Duncan Corporation for two days straight, with no sessful attacks and a


    significant capital loss.


    This turn of events restored confidence in the Duncan Corporation among those who initially doubted it.


    Triston was particrly curious about how Branden achieved this. Having known Branden for years, he


    was well aware of Branden’s prowess, but he hadn’t expected Branden to be this formidable.


    Waiting until Catherine finished her meal, Branden leisurely wiped his hands with a napkin and tossed


    it aside.


    He then responded to Triston’s question. “Because this is Eskana.”


    Attempting to kill local businesses on Eskanese soil, disrupting the Eskanese market to serve their


    capital interests- while this might be possible in other countries, it was strictly prohibited in Eskana.


    This simple statement stirred Triston’s passion.


    “Mr. Duncan, you’re right. These damn foreigners want to meddle everywhere. We can’t care about


    other ces, but we can’t let them get away with bullying us at our doorstep.”


    Branden looked up at Triston, a faint smile in his deep eyes, a subtle hint of cunning discernible if one


    looked closely.


    “Mr. Lambert, since you’re so passionate, why not lend me some capital to get things moving?”


    “Borrow money from me?” Triston hesitated.


    Then, it dawned on him that he was being teased when he saw the amused expressions around him.


    “Mr. Duncan, I’m just concerned. Don’t tease me like that.”


    Branden’s expression turned serious. ” I’m not joking. I really need to borrow money.”


    This time, even Aidan couldn’t believe it. “Other things might be true, but being short of money is


    impossible for you, Mr. Duncan. How could you be short of money?”


    Aidan knew Branden still had a 50 percent stake in the Skyline Fund, holding absolute control. Skyline


    Fund was a substantial financial reservoir; being short on funds was out of the question.


    Branden nced at the two, a cold look passing over them.


    Triston, who knew him well, couldn’t help but express his confusion. “Are you serious?” he asked.


    “Yes,” Branden grunted.


    Triston and Aidan exchanged nces, both skeptical about Branden being short on funds. They


    guessed this was part of Branden’s strategy. Perhaps he couldn’t use his capital at the moment.


    After discussing it, they responded generously, with Triston speaking on behalf of both.


    “How much do you need? Give us a figure, and we’ll do our best to gather it. They knew Branden


    would require a substantial amount, and though the Lamberts and the Lanes were prominent families,


    they might not meet Branden’s needs.


    They were prepared to assist wholeheartedly. The true test of friendshipy in times of need. The three


    of them had a really deep friendship.


    Branden calmly said, “Thanks.”


    Aidan couldn’t resist a yfulment, saying, “Well, I never thought I’d hear Mr. Duncan say ‘ thanks’


    in my lifetime. It’s rare. This meal was worth it.”


    Instantly, the atmosphere at the table lightened. Everyoneughed, and even the usually aloof


    Catherine had a smile on her face.


    Zobber, however, didn’t quite understand. She could see the strong bond between Catherine and


    Branden, and she wondered why the wealthy Catherine didn’t help Branden.


    As the chief consultant behind Skybow Group, Catherine’s call for funds to help the Duncans would be


    more direct than that of the Lanes or the Lamberts.


    Zobber was just about to say something when Withal, who was on the sidelines, saw through her


    intentions.


    Withal subtly kicked her under the table. Zobber turned to look at him and swallowed the words that


    were initially on her lips. She suppressed her curiosity and decided not to ask.


    With everyone full and discussions concluded, they prepared to leave.


    “She has ss tomorrow, so we’ll head out first,” Branden said, standing up and pulling Catherine


    along.


    Watching the couple’s graceful departure, Aidan couldn’t help but sigh. “Love makes people fall. Look


    at Mr. Duncan. He’s a perfect boyfriend. It’s truly enviable.”


    In the past, they would have gone for a second round of fun after dinner. sses the next day?


    Absurd!


    Hearing Aidan’s words, Zobber couldn’t resist retorting, “Of course. No wonder Mr. Duncan is so


    outstanding. Unlike some people, well, forget it.”


    Seeing the two about to start another argument, Triston and Withal exchanged nces, discreetly


    stood up, and generously gave up their seats. They would let these two argue to their heart’s content.


    Catherine followed Branden into the car. Most of the others had some alcohol, but not Branden. As


    long as Catherine was with him, he wouldn’t drink outside.


    Branden drove, stopping at a red light. In the silent car, his deep voice slowly sounded. “Don’t you want


    to know why I didn’t borrow money from you?”


    The yful tone carried a hint of teasing, sounding more like a joke between lovers.


    Branden sat in the driver’s seat, and Catherine took the front passenger seat. She propped one hand


    on the car window and tilted her head to gaze at Branden.


    With delicate features and a hint of ambiguity in her exquisite eyes, she revealed a dazzling smile.


    “Well, if you mention it now, I’ll listen.”


    Branden followed her lead, asking, ” Lend me some?”


    Catherine turned her gaze away, somewhat triumphant. “I don’t have money. I’m not lending it to you,”


    she jokingly said and directly rejected Branden.


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    A trace of a smile passed under Branden’s eyes. He knew Catherine understood him and his


    intentions.


    The Breens wanted to unite the power of capital to besiege the Duncan Corporation within three days.


    Since that was the case, he wanted to see, after three days, who would be the one defeated.