WantNovelChapter 623
He nudged Zachary's arm. "Bro, honestly, are you from the big city too? | can tell by your manner - you're
definitely not from West Ridge."
Zachary replied coolly, "I'm from East Coast. My family wantedto go into business, but | didn't like it, so | ran
away."
"Bro, consider this your home! Cwhenever you want - there's always a hot meal waiting." Charlie said
enthusiastically, inwardly excited. This was perfect - if he treated Zachary well, Zachary would help him win
money gambling.
In East Coast.
Vivian strode into the Reynolds Corp building and pushed open Zachary's office door.
"Why aren't you answering my calls? Why won't you see me?" she demanded, only to find Steven sitting in
Zachary's chair.
Her face shifted to a light smile. "Isn't this Mr. Miller, the famous chef from St. Ritz? What are you doing in
Zachary's office?"
Steven spun lazily in the chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. "Miss Wilson, the boss isn't here. I'm handling
company affairs for now."
"Where did he go? Does Mr. William know?"
Steven smiled. "I really don't know. When does the boss ever report his whereabouts to us? As for whether Mr.
William Reynolds knows, why don't you ask him yourself?"
Vivian's smile vanished. "Steven, how could you not know his movements?"
"I honestly don't know." Steven placed his phone in front of Vivian. "See for yourself. The boss lefta message
and disappeared. Calls go unanswered."
Vivian glanced at the message on the screen: "Company affairs are in your hands for now."
She didn't believe Steven didn't know Zachary's whereabouts, but she knew his lips would be hard to pry open.
When she remained silent, Steven said, "Anything else, Miss Wilson? If not, I'd like to get back to video chatting
with my sweetheart."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis dismissive attitude gave Vivian no choice but to leave with a sour expression.
As the door closed, she heard Steven say into the phone, "That woman's finally gone. Miss me?"
Click, click, click. The sound of high heels on marble floor echoed crisply.
Vivian entered the banquet hall with a polished smile. This was a high-profile event.
She clinked glasses with a man. "So, you're on board with the Harbour Crescent Island project?"
The man nodded. "You can guarantee its safety?"
"Rest assured, Wilson Industries has assigned our top team to conduct comprehensive assessments of the entire
resort. Though the timefris tight, the project is absolutely safe and reliable."
"Good."
Vivian continued, "Any news on Pine Mist Island?"
The man was forthcoming. "The project is five-sixths complete. Should be finished within a month."
"A month..." Vivian's eyes flashed.
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Sarah went to West Ridge? Vivian's face gradually darkened. She thought she now knew where Zachary had
gone.
At the West Ridge factory, Charlie was called into Manager Sullivan's office the next morning.
"Useless! You said she was dead, but she's completely fine! She madelook like a fool, and you had the nerve
to disappear? Where were you yesterday?" Manager Sullivan's eyes narrowed.
Charlie cowered. "Yesterday, I... | went to the gambling den."
"Where's the money? You didn't complete the job, and you dare not return my money? Five thousand dollars - |
want every cent back!"
"Manager, I..."
Manager Sullivan was so furious he nearly threw his cup to the floor. "Don't tellyou lost it all?"
Charlie quickly pulled out the remaining money from his pocket. "Manager, | didn't lose everything! There's still a
thousand!"
Manager Sullivan took the money and pulled out a knife, tapping Charlie's face with the blade. "People make
thoughtless decisions in the heat of the moment. While gambling, you should have remembered this money
would need to be repaid. You're still four thousand short. If you can't pay it back, don't bother coming to work
again."
Charlie's eyes widened. He'd expected anger, but not such severe consequences.
"Manager! You can't do this to me! I've worked at the factory for years, always helping you. You can't just kick
"Getthe money first," Manager Sullivan demanded harshly.
His frustration over Sarah had put him in a foul mood, and he was taking it out on Charlie.
"Manager, I'll get the money right away!" Charlie left nervously.
In another office, Sarah sat at a desk piled with years of reports.
The ghostly disturbances had stopped over the past two days, and she'd reported the equipment issues to
headquarters.
But she felt the situation wasn't so simple. If it could be resolved this easily, there would have been no need to
send anyone.
Mr. Lambert was neither clearly good nor bad, but his help had been crucial in obtaining the sheets from the
manager's office.
He had provided that information, suggesting he wasn't aligned with Manager Sullivan.
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She looked up.
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"Thank you, Mr. Lambert." Sarah managed a smile.
He glanced at the files scattered across her desk. "Miss Sanders, why not visit the workshop this afternoon?"
"Good idea." Why did he want her to go to the workshop? What was he trying to tell her?
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"I understand, Mr. Lambert."
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eynolds residence but couldn't see William, only Mia.
Mia had been cold toward her and revealed nothing. Zachary seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Where had he gone?
"Mr. Sanders, | heard your sister went to West Ridge? How's the factory situation there?"
Vivian's head snapped in that direction as Melvin answered simply, "Normal."
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