He had brewed the cup of coffee sitting at her elbow.
He had watched it silently as it went from piping hot to completely ice cold.
She hadn't taken a single sip.
He knew it wasn't a petty protest or a sign of her rejecting him.
She simply didn't have the time to care about caffeine.
Her entire focus was locked on securing a new agricultural supplier, leaving zero room for anything else.
"Ugh... no! None of these will work!"
She groaned, slamming her face down into the pile of paperwork.
She had scoured every single dossier cover to cover, and not a single manufacturer met the required specs.
Or rather, the specs required by the soil.
The strict chemical demands of the Royce Group's primary cultivation fields.
Just yesterday, Procurement had frantically alerted her that the exclusive fertilizer they used for their Arctic Burdock Root was suddenly out of stock.
For years, they had relied on a dedicated manufacturer named Apex Organics.
The specific Type-L Bio-Fertilizer they produced was the absolute lifeblood of their massive burdock crop.
The partnership had been flawless for over a decade.
But two months ago, Arthur Lester had handed the keys to the factory over to his son, Julian Lester.
Julian, being a greedy bastard, fully understood how violently the Royce Group relied on his specific blend.
So he immediately started pushing for an exorbitant, multi-million dollar exclusivity buyout.
But from a corporate standpoint, buying out a fertilizer patent was entirely unnecessary.
It would hemorrhage cash and completely ruin their profit margins.
So the board had dragged their feet, refusing to give Julian the official payout he was demanding.
And the absolute core ingredient for the entire line was the Arctic Burdock Root.
By combining their premium harvest with Stellaris PharmaTech's cutting-edge cold-extraction tech, and merging it with the Carter Group's impending metabolic booster, the clinical efficacy would skyrocket. It was a billion-dollar market monopoly waiting to happen.
But now...
The entire supply chain had just been crippled at the root.
It was blatantly obvious that this wasn't a random shortage—it was a highly calculated, targeted assassination of her crop.
And currently, not a single alternative manufacturer on the continent possessed the exact chemical breakdown of the Type-L compound.
Without that specific blend, the medicinal potency of their entire harvest would crash below the required baseline.
And if that happened, the massive, game-changing contract with Stellaris PharmaTech and the Carter Group would disintegrate overnight.
She practically tore at her hair in frustration. But there was no despair in her eyes—only a cold, violent rage.
Standing quietly by her side, Preston watched the fire burning in her gaze and knew instantly that she had already figured out exactly who was pulling the strings.

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