The International Clubhouse was swarming with guests.
Andres spotted a few familiar faces, including Declan Fulton, whom he hadn't seen in days.
Declan was accompanied by an elegant, poised date. Upon closer inspection, the woman wasn't Naomi.
That made things slightly awkward.
Andres intended to look away and pretend he hadn't seen him.
But as Declan took a glass of red wine from a waiter's tray and turned around, their eyes met.
Now there was no avoiding it.
Declan hastily wrapped up his conversation with a friend and walked toward Andres with his date.
"I knew you'd be invited to today's summit, Mr. Andres."
He took another glass from a passing waiter and offered it to Andres.
"Drink?"
Andres accepted the glass with a polite nod of thanks.
To save Declan the embarrassment, he deliberately ignored the woman standing beside him.
However, Declan took the initiative to introduce them.
"Delilah Moreno, the third daughter of Aethelburg's Moreno Family. And this is Andres White of Aethelburg, also known as Mr. Andres."
Delilah extended her hand toward Andres, a sweet smile gracing her lips.
"So you're the famous Mr. Andres. I've heard so much about you."
Andres lightly brushed her fingers in a brief handshake.
"You're too kind, Ms. Moreno."
Looking across the entire International Clubhouse, the young and highly successful Andres White was undeniably striking in the looks department.
Neither men nor women were immune to the magnetic pull of his striking features.
Delilah was clearly captivated by his appearance.
Even though their fingers had barely touched, a faint, shy blush crept up the tips of her ears.
Declan murmured softly into Delilah's ear, "Mr. Andres and I need to discuss some private matters. Could you wait for me over there?"
"The people attending today's summit are elites from every sector."
"After all, partnering with the government is an opportunity of a lifetime."
Declan's gaze swept over the crowd of guests mingling in the grand hall.
"What are your thoughts on today's summit, Mr. Andres?"
The theme of the summit was Project Skyward, focusing on the aerospace sector.
It was officially organized and hosted by the government.
A month ago, every attendee had started submitting mountains of paperwork and applications to the relevant departments.
Only those who passed the initial assessments earned the right to attend today's meeting and face the government's final round of screening.
At exactly 1:30 PM, the organizers would announce the final list of selected candidates.
Those who made the cut were the officially recognized top-tier corporations, who would then provide funding for Project Skyward.
Once the project achieved success, all participating companies would be credited by the government.
That kind of merit was the ultimate green card, guaranteeing the chosen corporations absolute dominance in the business world from that day forward.

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