Nathalie smiled faintly.
"It seems Mr. Dyson has already guessed my intention.
Since you've figured it out, I'll get straight to the point.
Yes, I'm here today to propose an alliance."
"An alliance?"
Dyson let out a soft, mocking laugh.
"Miss Anthony, you and I have no prior relationship.
How can we possibly form an alliance?"
"An alliance doesn't require prior rapport," she countered smoothly.
"What matters is that we share a common goal.
I believe I don't need to spell it out—you already know what I mean.
I'm aware of what you want, and you know what I'm after.
Isn't that reason enough for us to join forces?" With that, Nathalie picked up her coffee cup and took a delicate sip, the corners of her lips curling into a subtle, confident smile.
Dyson's eyes were unreadable, though a faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips.
He pressed his lips together briefly before speaking.
"What makes you think I'd be willing to ally with you?
