"Noah could definitely help us, but we can't find him anywhere. It's like the elder Blakes are intentionally making sure he has no contact with us.
It seems even Sebastian doesn't know where his own son was sent."
Colin frowned deeply. "If even Sebastian can't track him down, we don't stand a chance.
Do you have some kind of plan in mind? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Brandon shook his head. "A plan is useless without the opportunity to execute it. I wanted to resolve this the easy way, but no one is cooperating."
Case in point: Lillian. She absolutely refused to play ball.
"Are you sure this idea of yours would even work?"
"Of course it would. If we can find someone who has the elder Blakes' ear, we could at least salvage the partnership. Having that contract would solve so many of our current problems.
Once trading resumes, it would boost investor confidence. But right now, there's almost no one who holds that kind of sway with Mr. and Mrs. Blake.
Anyone who does have their ear isn't close enough to the Mercer family to bother speaking up for us.
Lillian is the perfect candidate. If she was willing to help, all our problems would disappear."
"Should we go down to her office?" Colin suggested.
"Forget it. Let's think of something else," Brandon replied.
It wasn't like they hadn't tried going to her office before, but they never even managed to see her.
She was surrounded by top-tier bodyguards, making it nearly impossible to get close.
There was no point in going just to humiliate themselves.
Just as Brandon finished speaking, Martin suddenly appeared.
He didn't smoke, yet there he was, standing right outside the smoking lounge. He had likely overheard their entire conversation.
"I just discussed it with the board. The livestream apology idea is dead in the water. We might as well just show up at her house, her office, or even the factory to apologize in person."

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