Chapter 167

The folder in Noah's hand wasn't heavy, but he could barely hide how hyped he was—his hands were shaking a little. He'd been chasing after that Galaxis project for a while now, pulled god knows how many strings, and still ended up empty-handed. Watching a deal worth billions slip through his fingers? That one hurt, bad. But now? It was back in his hands. He quickly bowed slightly toward Julian, grinning from ear to ear. "Mr. Blake, you're really something. I'll be counting on you for everything from now on." Desire, man—it never has an off switch. And since Noah finally got in with Julian, he wasn't about to let that go. That line? Said halfway like a joke, but ninety percent serious. "Mr. Brown, you're too polite. This is something you deserved." Julian finally turned around, his eyes meeting Noah's—calm, unreadable. Was he really just handing it over like that? Noah felt a wave of relief... for like two seconds—until Julian's next line knocked him flat. "Ever heard that old saying, ‘