The old Fox Group office he had painstakingly expanded seemed almost laughable compared to this.
Trey stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city skyline beneath him. A faint, self-deprecating smile curved his lips.
He had once poured every ounce of energy into the Fox Group, believing that was the pinnacle he could ever reach. Yet now, standing here and looking back, it all felt absurd.
"What are you thinking about?" Ariana asked, holding a file, following his gaze out the window.
Trey looped an arm around her, his expression calm. "Nothing much. Just reminding myself."
"Reminding yourself of what?"
"Why I lost back then," he said quietly.
A shadow crossed Ariana's eyes, and a hint of tenderness softened her tone. "Everything that you lost… starting today, I'll help you take it back."
Trey bent down and kissed her forehead, then pointed to two buildings in the distance.
The Hunt Group headquarters on the left, the Morrison Pharmaceutical tower on the right.
One on each side, like two silent giants, looming over the heart of the city. And now, they stood right in the middle.
"This is what they call a 'pincer formation,'" Trey said. "High on both sides, low in the middle. The energy gets trapped. It's hard to rise."
Ariana frowned. "Then why choose this spot?"
"Exactly because it's a pincer formation," he replied, turning to her with a glint of steel in his eyes. "If you can withstand the pressure, you become the center. If not… you're crushed."
Ariana leaned into his embrace, whispering, "My parents' support will arrive soon. The regulators, health authorities, business contacts… all the necessary calls have been made. Don't worry. This time, no one will bully you again."
Trey bent and kissed the top of her head. "Thank you, Ariana."

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