Chapter165: A Fantasy

Winning would be complicated. Paul smoked his cigarette slowly while Guilherme anxiously fiddled with his laptop, searching for something on the financial market. That situation made everything even more nerve-wracking. The room was charged with tension; every small movement seemed to amplify the nervousness hanging in the air. Paul leaned against the wall, bringing the cigarette to his lips with the same calculated calm as always. He took slow puffs, releasing the smoke in slow spirals that dissipated into the air. Despite his apparent relaxation, his eyes were alert, analyzing every detail around him, as if anticipating the next move of an invisible enemy. Guilherme, on the other hand, was a bundle of anxiety. Sitting at the table, the sound of his fingers pressing the keys on the laptop filled the silence. He was absorbed, his eyes glued to the screen, scanning graphs, numbers, and news from the financial market, trying to find something useful. Mayara observed the two, feeling the