Loyce arched an eyebrow. “So, you’re planning to just hand me a two-billion-dollar business district project as a practice run?”
Forrest didn’t beat around the bush. “You can use it for practice. Even if you fail, I’ll be there to back you up. It’s better than being eaten alive by those old geezers at Macrostar Production.”
Loyce’s expression softened. “Thank you, but I only want to try participating in the management of the business district. As for Macrostar Production, Edgar is managing it well. There's no need for me to force my way in and fight for power. That would only turn the family against each other, wouldn’t it?”
Forrest considered her point and agreed. His sister was young, and while she was a genius, her field was medicine. If she wasn’t interested in business, he wouldn’t force her. But...
“Grandpa is rather fixated on Macrostar Production. After all, it was originally what Mom and Dad left for you.”
Loyce froze for a moment. She knew next to nothing about her parents. There were no photos of them in the house, no place to commemorate them. They didn't even exist in her memory.
“I won’t put any pressure on you,” Forrest said. “As your older brother, I just want to make up for everything and see you happy for the rest of your life.”
Loyce lowered her gaze, tapping her fingers together. “Thank you, Forrest,” she said softly.
Forrest had a massive enterprise to run and was incredibly busy. After a few more words, he had to go to another meeting.
Loyce put down her phone, intending to finish her coffee, when a commotion erupted from the kitchen.
She looked over and saw the somewhat unstable, plump woman from the previous night running out, hopping and skipping past the kitchen staff who were trying to stop her. “A bear! A big bear! So much fur!” she shouted gleefully.
In the empty hall, Loyce was the only guest. The woman spotted her immediately, her eyes lighting up as her voice rose several decibels. “My little girl!”
The moment she saw Loyce, she rushed straight at her. The kitchen staff couldn't hold her back and could only trail anxiously behind her. “Hey! Zelie! Don't run! That’s a guest! That’s a guest, not your little girl!”
Zelie rushed to Loyce’s table and slammed her hands down on it with a loud thud.
Most people would have jumped out of their skin, but Loyce didn’t even flinch. She just watched the woman quietly.
Zelie leaned in close, a huge smile on her face. “My little girl! I saw a big bear! A really big bear!”
Loyce set her cup down and played along, her voice gentle. “What bear? How big was it?”
“This big!” Zelie spread her arms wide, her gestures exaggerated. “Bigger than me! It was brown, brown!”

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