Esme remained expressionless, her mind racing as she processed his words. "Excuse me, Mr. Florence," she said, her voice cool. "Maybe you have forgotten, but your fiancé is also fighting for this land. I cannot understand why you would be willing to part with it."
Noah leaned back in his chair, the warmth in his smile replaced by a more contemplative expression. "Diana may want this land, but I see things differently," he replied, his tone shifting to one of sincerity. "I believe in potential—yours, specifically. This land could be in the hands of someone who knows how to truly develop it."
Esme raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "And you think I'm that person?" she challenged, her skepticism still present but softening slightly.
