Stephen had never experienced such an easy negotiation before. There was no hassle, no drawn-out discussions—just a straight green light, clearing the way without obstacles.

Andrew stood and said, "Well, if that's settled, we'll be on our way."

He turned to Dylan and added, "Dylan, keep an eye on things here with Stephen in the future."

Dylan nodded. "Got it, Mr. Lloyd!"

Stephen was elated. "Thank you, Mr. Lloyd! I knew something good was going to happen today—I've had this twitching in my eyelid since morning!"

Dylan raised a brow and teased, "How do you know that wasn't a sign of bad luck?"

Stephen chuckled. "Same difference! Good luck, bad luck—they're two sides of the same coin. I got both today, didn't I?"

Andrew smirked in amusement. Businesspeople were always like this—slick, adaptable, and sharp. Stephen had just been disciplined but was already smiling like nothing had happened.

Nonetheless, Andrew understood why. Stephen saw a chance to cozy up to Jayrodale'