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Chapter 1222: If he wasn't mistaken, rain would fall soon - perhaps sooner than he could prepare for.

The future of Aröme Tower seemed just as uncertain as the weather, washed away in a tide of unpredictability. Fabian had no illusions about the path ahead.

The only thing left was to give his best effort, as futile as it might seem.

"No wonder Yasha seems so wary of us," Allison murmured, her mind connecting the dots. She had an inkling of why Yasha was so unfriendly - she saw their presence as a threat, a force that could tip Aröme Tower into uncertainty. She turned to Fabian, her voice steady yet probing. "Mr. Morgan, since you're already contemplating retirement, what will become of Aröme Tower? Have you ever planned its future?"

As Allison posed the question, her mind briefly drifted to the rumors she'd overheard earlier that day.

Whispers had surfaced - an influential figure, someone high up, was rumored to be maneuvering for a hostile takeover of Aröme Tower.

Allison had expected Fabian to hesitate or deflect, but to her surprise, he admitted it without a hint of pretense.

"Yes, I am planning to sell it." Fabian's voice was low and gravelly, carrying the weight of years gone by. He also looked a bit tired.

"Though I'm not as young as I used to be, there are others out there, in their prime, brimming with ambition and vision. They could take Aröme Tower to heights I can no longer reach. That's all I can see for its future now. Besides, some things aren't within my control."

Fabian's words carried a weight that hinted at something deeper. Allison glanced at Kellan, and he returned her look, their silent exchange speaking volumes.

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She wanted to broach the topic of the price - it seemed they were the most suitable ones to acquire Aröme Tower.

After all, this place held more than just business potential; it harbored threads connected to her mother.

But Fabian saw right through her intentions.

He raised his head and smiled, though his gaze seemed to pierce through the room.

"This isn't something you can simply buy with money," he said with calm authority. "Over the years, Aröme Tower has drawn the attention of the government. Officials have been here countless times. If it's sold recklessly, they won't sit back quietly. You'd find yourself entangled in more trouble than you can imagine."

The weight of his experience in the business world was evident.

Fabian had weathered storms that few could comprehend, and he knew that crossing the wrong people - especially those in power - could render even the hardest work futile.

He was old now.

His wife and children were gone. All Fabian wanted was to leave this place peacefully, without any more complications.

He longed to return to Ontdale, that warm, inviting haven etched into the fondest corners of his memories.

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