Semua Bab CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery: Bab 1921 - Bab 1930

The Mason Corporation specialized in construction materials, ensuring high quality. But with their financial struggles, they desperately needed funding and the security of working under York Corporation’s umbrella. That made them the cheapest and most reliable option.And really—who could say no to cheap and reliable? Not even Nash. He didn’t hesitate. “Alright, let’s sign the contract. I brought my assistant.” His assistant, sharp as ever, immediately stepped forward with the documents. A few moments later, Vera held the freshly signed contract in her hands. Suddenly, the food tasted even better.As they left, Nash pulled Caleb aside for a brief conversation. Vera was curious. But not enough to eavesdrop. When Caleb returned, his expression was a bit complicated, but it didn’t seem to concern her. “Let’s go,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.” She originally planned to take a cab, but since he insisted, she didn’t argue. By the time they arrived, it was la

The fact that Nash even asked this question made one thing clear. He knew the Mason Corporation’s current situation inside and out.Even if Vera wanted to deny it, she couldn’t. She was in a tough spot. The factory was still there, but without workers, it was useless. Her original plan had been to use the remaining money to rehire some of the old employees. But how many of them would actually come back? After all, when the company collapsed, many had lost their jobs overnight. Worse, they were still owed a full month’s salary. A lot of people. A lot of money. Vera had no idea how she was going to handle it. She had been relying on one simple thought—take it one step at a time. Things had to work out somehow. She took a deep breath and pushed down the flicker of pride rising in her chest. Now wasn’t the time for ego. “Just the funding will be enough,” she said. “I’ll take care of the manpower.” The assistant’s eyes flickered with approval. H

“Already getting paid this fast?” Even with the cash in his hands, Stanley still felt like this was all too surreal. “Vera… where did you get this money?” “Uncle Stanley, I landed a deal recently,” Vera explained patiently. “The partner invested funds, and the first thing I wanted to do was clear everyone’s wages. You all have worked hard. It’s only right you get paid.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “I also wanted to ask—have you found another job yet? If not, would you be willing to return to the factory? We still need a plant manager, and we have orders coming in. The only thing missing is workers.” Stanley was stunned. Was the factory really back in business just like that? Of course, he had always hoped the Mason family would rise again. But never—not in his wildest dreams—did he think the one making that happen would be Vera. She had always been the sheltered youngest daughter of the family, the one never expected to bear any responsibilities.

“If they don’t want to come back, then let them go,” Leonard Quinn said, trying to comfort him. “Their hearts aren’t in it anymore. Even if they do return, they won’t put in the effort.” “I don’t care whether they come back or not,” Stanley sighed. “But Vera’s new project is about to start, and we don’t have enough workers. Overtime is fine for a while, but no one can work around the clock indefinitely—it’s just not sustainable.” The bigger the task, the heavier the responsibility. Since Vera had entrusted him with this, even paying out bonuses in advance, he had to see it through properly. He couldn’t afford to let her down. “I remember there are quite a few people in our village struggling to find steady work,” Leonard suggested after thinking for a moment. “They’re just picking up odd jobs here and there, getting paid by the day. Since we all know each other, why don’t you write down the names of the reliable ones? Later, we can check with Vera, and if she agrees, we’ll

“A girl your age should be buying designer bags and luxury goods, not spending every day stuck in a factory dealing with a bunch of dirty workers,” Mr. Lincoln said, inching closer to her without making it too obvious. “Your father dumped all his burdens on you—that’s way too unfair.” A bad feeling crept over Vera. She suddenly shot to her feet. “Mr. Lincoln, I respect you, and I came here today to discuss business. If you have no intention of working with me, then I’ll take my leave.” Mr. Zimmer had introduced her to someone completely unreliable. Once she got back, she would mark down Mr. Zimmer’s contact information as a warning to herself. She wouldn’t be reaching out to him again. But there was no way Mr. Lincoln was going to let her leave. She had already walked into the lion’s den—there was no way he was letting her leave so easily.He grabbed her arm, his grip firm. “Just be with me. I’ll give you ten grand a month. That’s way better than running around, begg