Felix Gallagher was shrewder and more dignified than the average merchant. He was clearly around the same age as Philip Hale, but when they stood together, the difference in their presence alone was stark.
Seraphina Sterling glanced at Felix Gallagher. 'For his company to be facing such a crisis, yet he can remain so composed… That forbearance and poise alone make him far superior to other entrepreneurs!'
Felix Gallagher crouched down, his gaze steady, and carefully inspected the batch of raw stones, not missing a single detail. His company was already on the verge of collapse and couldn't afford another failure. This was a desperate, all-or-nothing gamble for him.
