Thorne casually said, “No rush on my end, you go ahead.”

Hearing that, Granger replied, “Sure.” He walked over, facing Charlene and said, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ross.”

Upon seeing him, Stewart’s smile faded slightly, “Ah, Mr. Harden.”

Charlene also greeted politely, “Mr. Harden.”

Then, Dalton approached as well. Unlike Granger, he only greeted Stewart, “Mr. Ferguson.”

Stewart’s smile grew fainter, “Mr. Ramirez, too? Sorry, I’ve been tied up, didn’t see you there.”

Dalton noticed that Stewart looked even more displeased to see him than before. However, he wasn’t surprised by this reaction.

He shot Charlene a cold look, certain she had been whispering in Stewart’s ear about the other day.

alton didn’t much care for Stewart’s attitude, mentioning, “I visited PrimeStar a few days back, not sure if you’re aware?”

“I am. Charlene told me,” Stewart said. “I’ve seen Mr. Ramirez’s proposal, and while it’s solid, I… personally am not a fan. So, I’m afraid, Mr. Ramirez, a collaboration might not be-”

Dalton didn’t expect Stewart to be so biased by Charlene’s influence.

Frowning, he said, “I thought Mr. Ferguson knew how to keep personal and professional separate.”

“I do,” Stewart replied openly, now that the air was cleared, “But it depends on the context.”

The implication was clear: when it came to Charlene, the lines could blur.

Despite the tension with Stewart, Dalton wasn’t ready to give up on a collaboration with PrimeStar.

“If Mr. Ferguson finds issues with my proposal, I’ll bring a new one and visit PrimeStar soon,” he said. Casting a glance at Granger, he added, “Since Mr. Ferguson is busy, I won’t keep you any longer. Until next time.” Dalton left without another word about Charlene.

Granger, listening in, could tell Stewart’s reluctance to collaborate was tied to Charlene, based on Dalton’s reaction.

He didn’t pry, instead suggesting, “I’ve prepared a new proposal as well. Wondering if Mr. Ferguson and Ms. Ross are free for dinner on Monday?”

Granger had close ties with Vesta and Thorne, so Stewart wasn’t too fond of him. Granger had close ties with Vesta and Thorne, so Stewart wasn’t too fond of him.

Still, Stewart kept it strictly business, “Monday, is it? Not sure yet, but I’ll get in touch if we’re free. Mr. Harden can count on that.”

Granger wasn’t in a hurry, replying, “With your word, Mr. Ferguson, I’m at ease.”

As he finished, the host of the evening took the stage, followed by the main event where the host and his spouse led a dance to applause and music, with many guests joining in. The night was filled with glamorous socialites and elites.

Then, a striking heiress walked up to Granger and asked, “Mr. Harden, may I have the pleasure of a dance?”