"Is… is that so?"
Max Lewis swallowed excitedly before thumping his chest, vowing confidently, "Please be assured, Mr. Carter, I will absolutely take control of the economy in Eastern Ocean City and will not let down the high expectations of Carter Company!"
What he lacked now was not money—what was it?
It was longevity!
Even ordinary people couldn't resist the temptation of living two hundred years, let alone a tycoon whose wealth was enough for several lifetimes!
But soon, Max Lewis spoke with trepidation, "However, Mr. Carter, there's something I'm not sure if I should say!"
Dylan Carter asked teasingly, "Speak!"
He knew that dealing with these people, who were shrewder than ghosts, required painting bigger pies or else they would quickly catch on.
And he intended to bind them to Carter Company's ship before they realized it, with no chance for regret and ultimately no choice but to survive under Carter Company's enslavement.
