NovelOnlineChapter 34
She settled into the seat, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirling around her as she realized she was traveling
with Dylan. That familiar knot of fear she thought she'd buried long ago started to creep back up.
Dylan had spapers balanced on his knee. His voice was as calm and steady as ever. "Not only are there
agricultural projects in South Ashford, but the government just announced a bid for a new tourism development
zone."
A tourism development zone? Now, that was interesting. South Ashford might be strapped for cash, but its
untouched natural beauty was a hidden treasure. The government had been dragging their feet about
developing it for tourism, but now that they'd finally opened the door, you can bet there would be a rush of
companies ready to pounce.
Plus, loads of spots between South Ashford and the Capital could be linked up. Imagine the possibilities if this
whole region took off-it could be a real goldmine.
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Clara fired up her brand-new laptop, eager to dig into the attractions around South Ashford. It quickly clicked
why Dylan was personally on the scene. The government wasn't just opening the door but rolling out the red
carpet with huge incentives.
This was fantastic news for Ferguson Corporation. They were already knee-deep in an agricultural project in
South Ashford. Nail that, and they'd be in prposition for a partnership.
Clara leaned over a map with her pen. "Mr. Dylan, | recall there's a famous ghost town here. What if we turned it
into a massive haunted house? Young people are all about adventure these days, and the usual haunted houses
in the city just don't cut it anymore. A big, real-life haunted experience could be a major draw."
And it was true-young folks today were all about living in the moment and willing to pay a bit extra for something
extraordinary.
Her finger moved over a few more spots, "Plus, we're close to sextrsports locations. We could totally
create ssynergy here."
She pointed out a few more places, but Dylan's expression didn't change. Clara pulled back, second-guessing if
her ideas were falling flat. The longer she sat alone with him, the more her nerves started to buzz.
Dylan put the papers aside and settled back in his seat. “Let's get srest for now."
The trip to South Ashford was going to be a long one-at least seven or eight hours.
Clara nodded and was about to close her eyes when her phone buzzed. The nSonya popped up on the
screen.
She hit answer, and Sonya's voice, dripping with smugness, filled her ear. "Has Simon called you yet? Why hasn't
that bag been delivered?"
Clara's brow creased as she quickly blocked the number. Sonya was used to Clara's compliance, and this new
attitude was sure to leave her fuming.
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Sonya tried Simon next, but when he attempted to reach Clara, he found himself blocked too.
Sitting in a bar booth, Simon seemed a bit off, like he couldn't quite focus. Darkness had already draped itself
over the city when someone gave his shoulder a nudge.
"Mr. Simon, what's eating at you? You seem miles away." Colton jumped in, "Is it ‘cause Quinn's headed to South
Ashford? Are you worried?"
Simon's brows knitted together. "Quinn's going to South Ashford?"
How had he missed that memo?
Realizing he'd let the cat out of the bag, Colton scrambled to patch things up. "Uh,
| just picked it up in passing. The Bradford folks are eyeing a government partnership. There's a sweet tourism
project in South Ashford, and lots of companies are circling. Johnny's got a buddy in government who tossed him
a bone—an agricultural gig in South Ashford. If it pans out, the Bradfords could snag a slice of the pie. Quinn
jumped at the chance."
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