Chapter 25 Holding Old Grudges Against Her, You Should Be Ashamed

“The warehouse.”

Dominic shuddered at the thought of storing a painting worth 30 billion in the warehouse.

He held the commendation poster in his hands and silently repeated to himself. “Honor is priceless! Honor is priceless!”

…

Four hours later, Harmonia’s private jet landed in Green Hill. As soon as she arrived at Green Town, she hired twenty trucks.

Each truck had banners, labels, and a huge loudspeaker. They went through every street and alley to broadcast a message.

“Mr. Safan is giving back to the town residents by providing free home designs for self-built houses! Plus, more welfare subsidies! Guaranteed satisfaction!”

Harmonia’s father, Safan Marsh, had lived in Green Hill for six years. He had been dedicating himself to charitable work. He was a well-known and highly respected philanthropist in the area.

“Harmonia, that’s impressive!” Louis said in admiration. “Green Town has at least a few hundred households. If we can secure these contracts, our studio’s ranking wil