Chapter 97

Compared to his daughter, Alexander Santiago was far more approachable.

Gregory chuckled wryly. "Seems La Pe had the same idea as us—sending Penelope Santiago to negotiate a partnership."

"They're after the tanzanite source too?" Evelyn arched a brow.

Gregory's voice carried concern. "I wonder what terms La Pe will offer. Twelve million might not be enough."

Just securing access to the tanzanite mines would cost around twelve million. Since Taylor Jewelry was the only company with exclusive rights to Beaumont's supply, monopolizing the import channels alone would demand an astronomical sum.

They waited nearly an hour before a staff member reappeared. "Apologies, but Madam Nora stated that since your studio is newly established and not yet listed, she can't assess your credibility. She suggests you return once you've built a stronger reputation."

Gregory stood abruptly. "Did she really say that?"

The staff member hesitated. "Mr. Fannon, those were her exact words. I'm merely relaying the message."

Evelyn remained seated, her back straight. "What conditions did Madam Nora propose?"

The staff member paused. "It's not about conditions. Your studio lacks stability. Our chairwoman is considering long-term partnerships only."

Evelyn lowered her gaze, then rose gracefully. "Very well. I hope Madam Nora honors her word and doesn't keep us waiting too long."

With a faint smile, she left the VIP lounge with Gregory—only to collide with Penelope Santiago.

Penelope smirked at their rejection. "Told you. You should be grateful Taylor even granted an appointment to some no-name startup, let alone a partnership."

Evelyn met her gaze evenly. "Which channel did La Pe secure?"

Penelope scoffed. "Black Opal, obviously. Not that you'd know what that means." She brushed past them, chin lifted.

Gregory clenched his fists, barely restraining himself.

"I thought they'd gotten the tanzanite source," Evelyn mused as they walked away. Gregory exhaled sharply, frustration darkening his expression. "Our company's new. Madam Nora probably wants to evaluate our long-term potential."

"Uncle Gregory," Evelyn said, amusement lacing her voice, "have a little more pride."

He blinked. "What are you planning?"

She grinned. "We're not leaving until Madam Nora sees us."

Madam Nora sipped her coffee as the staff member returned. Her sharp eyes lifted. "They're still here?"

"Yes, waiting downstairs."

She set her cup down with a clink. "An unlisted startup, bold enough to demand a tanzanite partnership? Confidence is one thing—arrogance is another."

"Shall I have them escorted out?"

Madam Nora waved a hand. "Forcing them out would reflect poorly on us."