The private room was dimly lit, with crystal chandeliers casting hazy reflections.

Ethan Roscente's slender fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, his gaze deep as a still pond.

Miles Valentine nervously rubbed his palms together, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Mr. Roscente, about my new company..."

Ethan raised a hand to silence him, taking a measured sip from his wineglass.

"International trade?"

Miles nodded eagerly. "Yes, mainly clothing and footwear imports."

Ethan traced the rim of his glass, producing a clear, ringing sound.

"Logistics secured?"

Miles stiffened. "Maritime shipping is settled, but land and air transport..."

Dylan Lawrence offered a cigar, which Ethan declined with a subtle wave.

"Price too low?"

Miles forced an awkward smile. "They claim the margins are too thin."

Ethan's attention suddenly shifted to the doorway, his eyes narrowing.

Gavin Valentine was peering inside hesitantly.

"Where's Tristan?"

Gavin scratched his head. "In the next room discussing business."

Ethan's expression turned glacial.

"Get him here."

Miles interjected cautiously, "Mr. Roscente, about our potential partnership..."

Ethan leaned forward abruptly, his black dress shirt accentuating his muscular frame.

"Know why no one wants to work with you?"

Miles held his breath.

"Please enlighten me."

Ethan tapped the table like a ticking countdown.

"No credibility. No connections. No collateral."

Each word drained more color from Miles' face.

Dylan suddenly spoke up. "Sir, Miss Roland just called—"

Ethan's gaze sharpened like a blade.

Miles caught the reaction instantly.

"Miss Roland is...?"

A single icy glance from Ethan silenced him.

Gavin returned with Tristan Ashcroft in tow.

Tristan entered impeccably dressed, all polished smiles.

"Mr. Roscente, long time no see."

Ethan gestured for him to sit, then addressed Miles without turning.

"Bring your proposal to my office tomorrow."

Miles' eyes widened in disbelief.

"Thank you, sir!"

But Ethan had already turned to Tristan, his voice dropping.

"That Southeast Asia shipment..."

Taking the hint, Miles rose to leave.

At the door, he caught Ethan's cold parting words:

"Tell Jenna I won't be home tonight."

Miles paused mid-step, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Just who was this mysterious Miss Roland to Ethan Roscente?