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CHAPTER 119

“Really? Then how about an in-depth analysis article?”

Jerome let out a long sigh and opened his notebook.

“Go ahead.”

“Due to the sudden downfall of the Sinclair family, Grand Duke Aldrich’s family and Baron Chapman’s family are emerging as strong candidates for the exclusive mining rights of the Bria Diamond Mine.”

When the name of the family to which his lover belonged was mentioned, Jerome stopped moving his pen. It was evident that he hesitated, perhaps reluctant to bring unfavorable news to the Grand Lady, but couldn’t refuse and was visibly troubled.

“You should be favorably inclined towards the Grand Duke’s family and the Baron’s family.”

Only then did the pen started moving again.

“Clearly contrast it with the Sinclair family, who got involved in the heinous crime of rebel activities. However, avoid subjective praise and make it appear strictly objective. I trust you know the appropriate line.”

Jerome raised his head, silently questioning why he was given such a difficult task. Leon twisted his lips, once again scratching his brother’s pride.

“If you don’t know, you’re not qualified as an editor.”

As expected.

Jerome sighed and obediently began to write down his requests.

“The economic journal?”

“And the general one.”

Jerome hesitated, lifting his head.

“The general one?”

It referred to the daily Winford Herald. Although it had the highest circulation, it asked for an in-depth analysis article on the bidding for mining rights in a general newspaper that even those with little interest in economics read.

“Why?”

It was because it would make future media battles easier. This was a tactical move to discreetly plant mines in the opponent’s camp.

“Don’t ask questions, and just do as you’re told. When have I ever asked you to do something harmful for the family?”

Of course, the ultimate goal was inherently selfish, though it was never harmful to the family.

Leon intended to fulfill his duty as a Winston. Regardless of the impulsive decision-making, once he made up his mind, he followed the predetermined procedures confidently, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

The doctor had mentioned that it might take years, but the woman became pregnant in just one month.

This, too, reinforced his confidence. Everything had been falling perfectly into his plan until now. However, it didn’t lighten his heart as much as he had expected, as there was always the variable called that woman.

“By the way, what’s going on?”

Jerome, who was finishing the note to be handed over to the reporter, glanced up and asked him.

“You seem exhausted, like someone who hasn’t slept well.”

Lately, Leon had been hearing such remarks from people he saw every day, from Campbell to Colonel Humphrey.

“Ah, are you trying to play doctor now?”

“I’m just expressing my concern.”

“You’re worried about me? When I die, the family will be yours.”