Chapter 120 The Problem Lies in Factory No. 1
The night was creeping in.
Margaret was stuffing her suitcase when she heard a cough outta nowhere. She looked up and there was William, chillin' in her doorway. She had no clue when he showed up.
He was leaning against the door frame, rocking a white casual robe, looking way more laid-back and approachable than usual.
This version of William made Margaret do a double-take.
Catching her staring, William flashed a soft smile. "Do I look good?"
"When did you get here?" Margaret snapped out of it, clearing her throat awkwardly.
William straightened up and strolled over. "You done packing?"
"Yeah." Margaret nodded. She didn't have much, just the basics.
"Rise and shine early tomorrow," William said.
Margaret shoved her stuff into her suitcase. "Got it."
Right then, William's phone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw it was Jones Turner, the head honcho at the Fleurancia branch.
William answered, "Jones, what's up?"
"Sir, we found out the dodgy batch of jewelry all came from Factory No. 1." Jones's voice came through.
William's face got serious. "So, Factory No. 1's the culprit?"
Jones nodded. "Yep, I've got folks digging into every corner of Factory No. 1. We should know more by tomorrow."
"Good," William said, his voice low.
After hanging up, Margaret asked, "Got a lead from Fleurancia?"
"Yeah." William's eyes narrowed, his tone icy. "Looks like Factory No. 1's the problem."
"Since we’ve zeroed in on Factory No. 1, it should be a breeze to investigate," Margaret mused.
"Not really." William's gaze was intense. "Anyone messing with the Fisher Group isn't your average Joe."
"True that." Margaret nodded.
Lately, things had been weird, like some invisible puppet master was pulling the strings. Plus, the Fisher Group was on the back foot, with the enemy lurking in the shadows.
"Anyway, we'll hash it out more when we get to Fleurancia tomorrow," William said, noticing Margaret's worried look. He gave her shoulder a gentle pat. "Get some rest."
"Night!" Margaret smiled.
She tossed and turned all night. At the crack of dawn, Margaret got up, rushed through her morning routine, and was about to head downstairs when the doorbell rang.
Who the heck could it be this early?
William opened the door to find Daisy and Abigail standing there.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" William frowned.
"What, not happy to see me?" Daisy, looking sharp in an orange dress, shot back coldly.
Without waiting for William to answer, Daisy marched straight to the living room sofa and plopped down, with Abigail trailing behind.
"William, are you just gonna ignore me?" Daisy looked at William, clearly ticked off. "The board's joint letter, you don't care at all?"
Margaret, who had just reached the bottom of the stairs, heard Daisy's annoyed tone and couldn't help but be curious.
William's face was stone-cold. "I'm already on it."
"On it? How? We told you to fire Margaret. Why won't you do it?" Daisy's voice was getting louder. "Do you want the Fisher Group to go under?"
Margaret's lips twitched. So the big plan was to can her? What a joke.
William glanced at his watch, his expression icy. "This has nothing to do with Margaret. I gotta head to Fleurancia soon. If there's nothing else, Mom, please leave."
Daisy's face darkened even more. She looked up and saw Margaret coming down with her luggage. "Is she going to Fleurancia with you?" she asked coldly.
"Yep," Margaret said, walking over to William and dropping her luggage. She took his arm. "I'm going with William. Got a problem with that?"
Abigail bit her lip, clearly annoyed. "William, I'll go with you."
"Don't be ridiculous!" William shot back without missing a beat.
"I'm serious," Abigail insisted. "I want to help the Fisher Group too."
Daisy chimed in. "Abigail's right. Let her go with you; she can help."
Yeah, right, more like she had her own agenda. Remembering what Abigail pulled when William was drunk, Margaret smirked. "She'll just be a pain. What can Abigail do?"
"Margaret, what do you mean!" Abigail's face went stiff, but before she could say more, William cut in.
"Enough, cut the crap," William said impatiently, pushing Abigail away. "Abigail, just focus on your studies. The Fisher Group's issues aren't your concern."
Abigail, clearly pissed, took a deep breath and snapped, "Why can Margaret go, but I can't?"
"Margaret's going because Grandpa said so. Wanna ask Grandpa why you can't go?" William used Bradley as a shield to dodge more drama.
Abigail bit her lip, looking at Daisy with a pout.
Daisy stood up abruptly, glaring at William. "Fine, if it's your grandfather's call, I won't argue. But remember, if Margaret causes more trouble for the Fisher Group, I won't let her off!"
"Alright, Mom, please take Abigail and leave," William said, his face expressionless.
Daisy stormed out with Abigail in tow. As they left, Abigail kept whining. "See, William doesn't respect you anymore. He wasn't like this before. It's all because of that Margaret! Who knows how that country bumpkin seduced William, making him so confused. If William really marries her, what place will we have in the Fisher family?"
Daisy clutched her chest, sneering. "Don't worry. I will never let William marry that woman!"
Watching them leave, Margaret felt a weird mix of emotions. For the past month, she had busted her butt for the Fisher Group, yet Daisy had rallied the board to try to fire her. What a waste of time.
Her eyes cold, Margaret looked at William and said calmly, "Don't worry. I'll be outta here in two months. By then, your mom won't be on your case anymore."
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