Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 195

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AUTHOR’S POV.

Wednesday morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of Lucian’s office, catching on the sharp lines of his desk. His new secretary stepped in quietly, his voice measured and professional.

“Sir, Mr. Evergreen has arrived for your meeting.”

Lucian’s gaze flicked up briefly. The man had only started on Monday. He didn’t know his name by heart yet, though he should, but efficiency mattered more than names. And so far, this one did his job well. That was all Lucian required.

“Tell him to wait,” Lucian said evenly, leaning back into his chair, his expression unreadable. “Bring him in after five minutes.”

“Yes, sir.” The secretary gave a brisk nod before walking out.

Lucian allowed the silence to stretch, his fingers tapping idly against the armrest. Five minutes wasn’t long, but long enough to establish control, long enough to remind Damien that eagerness had never been his style.

A knock came right on time.

“Enter.” Lucian called, his tone low but steady.

The door opened, and his secretary returned, this time with Damien walking behind him. The man’s composure hadn’t faltered, his steps were measured, confident.

“Get us two cups of coffee, Black.” Lucian instructed without looking away from Damien.

Damien nodded at his choice. For two people that had a lot in common, they really do not like themselves but maybe that’s where the problem is.

“Yes, sir.” The secretary, Reed, replied, before disappearing again.

Lucian gestured toward the chair opposite his desk, his voice calm, deliberate. “Have a seat.”

Damien settled into the chair, his posture relaxed yet alert, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Lucian leaned forward, forearms resting on the desk, his voice steady but persuasive.

“I’ll keep this brief,” Lucian began, tone clipped and confident. “Blackwood Industries is looking to extend operations into Ravienne. The city has resources, but little industry to harness them. I intend to build a manufacturing plant there, textiles, primarily. It will provide steady jobs for locals, stabilize part of the economy, and, naturally, secure profit for every partner involved.”

Damien’s brow lifted slightly, interest flickering in his eyes. “Textiles?” he repeated, his tone thoughtful. “Not

steel or construction?”

Lucian gave a faint smirk, shaking his head. “No. Ravienne’s market is already saturated with construction projects, half of which never finish. Textiles are sustainable. The demand is constant. And with the right management, Ravienne could become a hub,feeding into both fashion and export. You’ve seen what my

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ventures produce, Mr. Evergreen. This would be no different.”

Damien leaned back, folding his arms. His gaze sharpened, testing. “Alright. Benefits are clear enough, jobs for the people, profit for the investors, growth for Ravienne. But what about the cons? There always are some. What risks am I walking into?”

Lucian’s expression didn’t waver. His voice dropped slightly, even. “The cons are manageable. Initial resistance from local competitors, perhaps. Maybe pushback from the city council. But I’ve handled worse. Logistics, I can guarantee. Distribution, secured. And as for stability…” his eyes narrowed slightly, “Blackwood Industries doesn’t build anything meant to fall apart.”

A quiet knock interrupted, and the door opened. Reed stepped in, carrying a polished tray with two cups of coffee. Without breaking stride in their conversation, Lucian gestured with a hand for him to set it down.

“Supply chains in Ravienne are underdeveloped,” Lucian continued, still focused on Damien. “Which means whoever controls them, controls the city’s flow of goods. And I intend for that to be us.”

Reed quietly placed the cups before them. “Will that be all, sir?” He asked softly.

Lucian gave a small wave of dismissal, his gaze still locked with Damien’s.

Reed inclined his head and slipped out, closing the door gently behind him.

Damien tapped a finger against the armrest, his expression unreadable but his interest undeniable. “Control the flow of goods…” he murmured. “You make it sound so simple.”

Lucian’s lips curved faintly, his tone measured but edged with quiet conviction. “That’s because it is. With the right partners.”

Damien leaned forward, the faintest glint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. “You speak with a lot of certainty, Mr Blackwood. Tell me, what makes you so sure you can pull this off in Ravienne? It’s not exactly Elaris. Different terrain. Different politics. Different people.”

Lucian didn’t flinch. He took his cup of coffee, swirling it once before setting it back down untouched. “Because I’ve studied Ravienne for years. I know the weak spots in their governance. I know which families hold the strings hence why I approached you, and which ones are close to snapping. I know where to plant roots without drawing too much attention, until it’s too late for opposition to catch up. I don’t gamble, Mr. Evergreen. I calculate.”

Damien arched a brow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And you’re asking me to be part of this calculation?”

Lucian’s gaze hardened, sharp as steel. “I don’t ask. I offer. You want influence in this city? You want long–term footing? This project gives you both. Blackwood Industries builds more than factories, we build leverage. Join me on this, and Ravienne won’t just open its doors to you, it’ll kneel.”

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