His Lordship Alexander Kane

| Chapter 0470 | The cities of Rabaldiston, Emberton, | Deephaven, Blossomtown, and Veridian, situated between O1' Mare and northern regions, were historically vital strategic points, contested by | military forces throughout the ages.

In the modern era, these five cities remained crucial transportation hubs.

Goods had to navigate through layers of approvals, unlocking all the intricacies. Otherwise, no matter the company or product, gaining access to the northern territories was impossible.

Ever since assuming the role of the head of the Rabaldiston branch, Afred had been tirelessly working day and

night. Things went relat ively smoothly with Emberton and Rabaldiston.

However, the situation in Deephaven was complicated due to the market supervisor 'Paul Homer" putting a complete halt to progress.

"Paul, I'm afraid I'll be causing you trouble again," Afred said, with the days counting down to the launch of the new product. He found himself once again in Paul's inspection office, maintaining a respectful demeanor.

"I've tried reaching out to you several times about the approval documents, but your secretary always said you were unavailable." Paul chuckled.

The office was tastefully decorated, resembling an ancient study, with various rare flowers and plants on the

| a _gial TU SN rieui balcony. Paul, slender in stature, sat on an ornate chair, calmly practicing his painting with a small brush. He paidno further attention to Afred.

"Paul!" Having been rejected several times and made to wait for three hours this time, Afred was already burning with anger.

Still, he suppressed his frustration and forced a smile, "I'm Afred, the head of the Chesire Corporation's Northern market. Regarding the approval documents..." Paul raised a finger, gently shaking it toward Afred, and made a soft 'shh’ sound.

The message was clear: 'Be silent.’ "You..." Afred wanted to speak but held back, withholding his anger.

He waited for more than half an hour | until Paul put down the brush before speaking in a stern tone, "Paul, all the qualifications of our New Chesire Group meet the requirements. Why are you refusing the permit?" Paul furrowed his brow, picked up the brush again, and pretended to resume his painting.

"Paul!" This time, Afred could not hold back any longer. His face flushed with anger as he said, "You constantly create obstacles, deliberately delay us, maliciously withhold approvals... What has the New Chesire Group done to offend you? Must I complain to the mayor?!" He was genuinely exasperated.

The market anticipation for the new product had been completed, and the

results were outstanding, | However, the delivery was inexplicably delayed. In just a few days, the market fervor would wane. By then, even if the product entered the market, both sales and reputation would plummet.

Meanwhile, in the northern district, there were continuous efforts to attract investment. The mayor had personally devised favorable policies for the New Chesire Group. The related products had undergone rigorous testing, and only the final customs clearance document was pending.

Why was Paul refusing to sign? What was this guy trying to achieve? "In all matters, timing is crucial." Paul held the brush, looking at the uncontrollable anger on Afred's face, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "On

my desk, there are still batch approvals | for over a dozen companies to handle.

Your company's approval will have to wait at least another three days! "If you genuinely want to expedite the process, offer a thirty percent profit margin. As long as it pleases me, handling the approvals ahead of time is not impossible! "As for complaints... Resolving them also takes time! According to the mayor's office workflow, receiving complaints, conducting investigations, and gathering evidence —at the very least, it'll take seven days. Can you wait that long? Haha!" Afred shuddered, his teeth suddenly clenched. 30 percent profit? Was that Paul's ultimate goal? They were launching a new product,This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

which required rapidly expanding the | market and offering maximum discounts in terms of pricing. Profit margins were already limited, and if Paul took away 30 percent, what was left for the Chesire Group? Moreover, this man was just a market supervisor, not even a high-ranking official in the northern district. Where did he get the audacity to make such demands?! Clearly, this was intentional harassment! "Paul, your request is beyond my authority. I must consult with Miss Chesire." Through gritted teeth, Afred addressed Paul before briskly leaving the office.

Returning to his Mercedes immediately, he pulled out his phone,

shaking with frustration.

Call Amber? Certainly not! This matter had to be reported straight to Mister Kane!