The land was vast, located in the city center, and Nathan had spent three hundred million dollars on it. He planned to build a large shopping center to make a substantial profit. But what did he see now? The workers who had been busy with construction were all standing aside. The excavators and bulldozers were parked off to the side, and the entire area was cordoned off. He was helpless. "Boss, what should we do now?" Nathan's eyes were dark, "First, arrange a dinner with the government official in charge. Then find someone to bury some antiques on the Taylor family's land. Whatever he's done to me, I'll do to him." In the afternoon, Nathan received a call from his assistant. "Boss, Mr. Davis said he can have dinner with you tonight. Where do you want to go?" Nathan sneered. He had expected the politician to refuse his invitation, but he agreed so quickly? He said coldly, "Wherever Mr. Davis wants to go, I'll go." "Okay." At 7 PM, Nathan looked at the message his assistant had sent him and cursed silently. Mr. Davis had chosen the Hilton Hotel. Since Emily kicked him out last time, he had no fondness for this place. It's just a meal. He had to resolve this matter first. He drove directly to the underground parking lot, then took the elevator to the twelfth floor. The elevator door opened. A uniformed waiter stood respectfully outside, asking, "Sir, do you have a reservation?" "Yes. I'm Mr. Reed." "Oh, alright, please follow me. I'll take you there." The reserved room was at the end of the hallway. As he approached the door, he heard the laughter of a middle-aged man inside, "Hahaha, yes, these items are indeed rare treasures, very helpful for our research on American history and culture…"Nathan frowned and asked the waiter, "How many people are in the room?" "Four. Is there a problem?" Nathan waved his hand, "No, it's fine." The waiter nodded, "Okay, if you need anything, just call me." After the waiter left, Nathan pushed open the door and walked in. Mr. Davis was a slightly overweight middle-aged man sitting in the center. On his left was James Taylor, Olivia's father. The two men, about the same age, were chatting happily. On Mr. Davis's right sat a mysterious man wearing a white mask. Nathan could only see his slightly upturned lips as he gently placed a piece of fish on the plate of the woman beside him, whispering something that made her blush and smile. Emily said, "Focus on your business first, stop serving me food…" Emily had thought she was there to meet James Taylor, but then she saw Mr. Davis. Suddenly, the door to the private room was pushed open. The moment she saw Nathan, the smile on Emily's face disappeared instantly. Nathan sneered, glanced at her, and then greeted Mr. Davis, "Mr. Davis, hello, I'm Nathan." "Nathan, you're here! Come, sit!" Mr. Davis warmly invited Nathan to sit, smiling as he introduced, "I happened to be discussing some matters with my friends here. You invited me to dinner too, and I thought, since you're all in real estate, you might know each other. Why not have dinner together?" There was a hint of hostility in Nathan's eyes, which Mr. Satan pretended not to see. Mr. Davis did this on purpose. He knew why Nathan invited him to dinner, yet he invited his business competitor too. James Taylor looked at Nathan. Sensing the atmosphere turning cold, he smiled and extended his hand, "Mr. Reed, nice to meet you. I've heard of you for a long time, but this is our first meeting. I didn't expect you to be so young." Nathan wanted to curse, but he couldn't lose his temper in front of Mr. Davis. He shook his hand, lightly shaking James Taylor's, and responded faintly, "You're flattering me." "He's right!" Mr. Davis was delighted, "Nathan, the US government is very grateful to you! The items found on your land are so rare, filling a gap in our research on the relationship between American history and the Maya civilization! This is a landmark discovery! Now, historians and artifact experts worldwide are concerned about this. The US government has decided to buy your land for ten million dollars! You're a good person, sacrificing a profitable opportunity for our country. We all respect you for that." Nathan forced an awkward smile. He couldn't help but want to kill someone now. He had spent three hundred million dollars on this land, and now the government was buying it for ten million. He couldn't build a shopping center anymore. He was losing two hundred ninety million dollars! This matter escalated too quickly. Now everyone knew about it. Someone had definitely orchestrated this. If he refused to sell the land, everyone would know he was selfish, damaging his company's reputation. Nathan closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, "It's what I should do." "Great, the government will definitely grand you." James Taylor almost laughed out loud but maintained a gentle facade, "I truly admire you. If it were me, I wouldn't necessarily be as selfless." Nathan sneered, "Mr. Davis, since this matter is so important, shouldn't you also inspect the surrounding land? What if there are more artifacts?"