From then on, wherever Jamie appeared, my presence was inevitable.

If he bid on a piece of land, I would outbid him by double.

If he competed for a project, I would win it at half his price.

In terms of wealth, Jamie was far behind.

While I, Ellen, ruled Wilmington, he was struggling with a mere hundred million in a small corner.

Eventually, Jamie could no longer hold on and came alone to apologize.

Standing before me, he maintained a respectful yet firm demeanor: “Ms. Harris, this course of action benefits neither of us. No matter how wealthy the Harris family is, you can't withstand such a loss.”

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