“Kid, you think your favor is worth something?”

Shane Naiswell laughed.

“Probably,” Harvey York replied calmly.

“Fine, since you’re so confident about it. The family has quite a few industries tied to it, I’ll just simply get one to work with the Zimmers. Consider this as giving face,” Shane said while waving his hand, like it was no big deal.

But for a second-class family, this was unbelievably priceless.

Even without the Naiswells’ acknowledgement, to be able to work with them, even for a