Chapter 1566 - 1567: A High-Stakes Gamble, the Five-Year Pact is Set

Jose Floyd and Jorge Saxton sat face-to-face, their eyes filled with a cruel and merciless intensity. Lydia Brooke stood behind Jorge, sensing the heavy and impending scent of blood emanating from him.

"Jose, Summit can’t rely on the income from the underground industry forever. We need to go legitimate, be so formidable that even if others know we’re different, they wouldn’t dare to offend us easily!" Jorge Saxton flicked a cigarette in his hand, his gaze deep.

"Dealing with those hypocrites isn’t my forte; my specialty is real, hard-hitting action." Jose Floyd’s words were as cold as his demeanor.

"But in the business world, especially when dealing with those in the official circles, you must learn to disguise your thoughts, learn how to smile while slaughtering them!"

Jose Floyd looked directly at Jorge Saxton, and said, "Jorge, you can."

Yes, Jorge Saxton can—

Lydia Brooke thought so too. If these two were to take different paths, one white, one black, Jorge Saxton was undoubtedly the one fit for the white path, as Jose Floyd was truly unsuited to it.

Just as he said himself, real, hard-hitting action was suited for Jose Floyd, whose few words matched his ruthlessness.

Jorge Saxton’s gaze deepened, looking at his good brother, a layer of hesitation quickly cloaking his eyes, "Jose, you being alone, I..."

Jose Floyd’s long fingers tapped on the sofa rhythmically, the sharp edge in his eyes flowing, his voice icy, "The one who can take my life hasn’t appeared yet! Jorge, you’d better worry about yourself. Going into deals with tigers won’t be easy; one wrong move and it’s game over."

Dealing with those in official circles actually requires more brainpower and strategy; each one is a wolf wrapped in human skin, devouring without leaving bones!

Jorge Saxton leaned back on the sofa, a shallow smile blooming at the corner of his mouth, both elegant and profound, "Jose, in five years’ time, I’ll ensure the Summit name is unrivaled in Italy’s business world!"

One statement, resolute and sharp, conveying a confidence full of calm!

Jose Floyd looked back at Jorge Saxton, his eyes fierce, "Then, I’ll wager five years too. Five years from now, the underground industry chain of Summit will be unmatched! And the name Jose Floyd will inspire awe!"

An audacious gamble, a five-year pact, was thus set.

Lydia Brooke looked at the two men in front of her, equally dazzling and spirited beyond compare.

This agreement, this gamble, these two individuals, Lydia Brooke seemed to glimpse their success five years down the road.

It also seemed she saw them each attacking and defending in the black and white realms, their powerful alliance soon leading Summit International to a glorious peak!

Lydia Brooke went to make a midnight snack for the two men.

And after she left, Jose Floyd, usually not one for many words, pressed his thin lips and subtly spoke metaphorically to his good brother: "Jorge, don’t fall; it’s not worth it for a woman."

Jorge Saxton gave his brother a deep look, his voice low: "Jose, your warning—came too late."

He had already uncontrollably moved his heart....

Jose Floyd was silent, his face gloomy.

Jorge Saxton glanced at him, lifted the tea in front of him, and took a sip, continuing in a deep voice: "Jose, not too early, not too late, right on time, I met her. This must be fate, I can’t escape."

Jose Floyd spoke coldly: "You know our situation, and you know that feeling anything is a burden for us! I’m telling you, in this life, you can move anything, just don’t move your heart!"

Jorge Saxton gave Jose Floyd a slight glance, "That’s because the person who moves your heart hasn’t appeared yet."