Others quickly gathered around, some even handling the grain themselves. They found no trace of deception; the grains were all of high quality.
The woman had actually been quite skeptical. Only now did her furrowed brows finally relax, an expression of joy replacing her worry.
She didn't know why, but she could feel the immense pressure that had been weighing on her greatly alleviated.
"Well? Are these grains real or fake?" Lance's sarcastic tone immediately reminded everyone present.
The appearance of the grain proved two things. First, Walter must not be dead; otherwise, this grain wouldn't be here. Second, the business group's troubles were resolved, and the risk of disbandment had vanished.
For the woman's side, both were good news. For the Surrender Faction, however, both were bad news, as their recent choice of allegiance already amounted to a defection from the business group.
