"Sir?" The Mayor, who had just risen from his chair, was grappling with the implications of the situation.
He turned to the Marquess, trying to comprehend the offer of support for the upcoming elections—something that no political party would typically ignore in today's world.
"So, do you want my support, Mayor?" Avendial inquired again, his tone calm yet cold, his steady gaze fixed on the man before him.
"Of course, it's my pleasure, sir," the Mayor responded.
However, he couldn't shake the feeling that if he were dealing with a conventional businessman, he would have approached the situation with more rationality and logic.
But with someone of such noble standing, renowned for their immense wealth—enough to place him among the world's richest individuals—his mind was unable to process the gravity of the meeting.
