Chapter 1679 The Unexpected
Derek straightened up and shrugged, "It's too late. I'm heading back. Don't stay up too late either. Women need to take care of themselves."
Julia didn't respond.
She just fell into an unusual silence.
The next day.
Elliott came downstairs, dressed in an expensive black suit, his expression as indifferent as ever.
But this didn't dampen Rose's enthusiasm.
As Elliott sat down to have breakfast, Rose approached with her phone, "Since we came to Whisperlyn City, your dad and I have attended a few social events. Look, these are some of the socialites I met at the parties. These two look quite nice."
"Mom."
Elliott frowned.
He hadn't eaten much dinner last night due to all the nagging, and now breakfast was starting the same way. He'd had enough.
"Don't want to listen?" Rose didn't care about Elliott's cold look. "It's okay, you'll have to get used to it. Besides taking care of Maeve, I have nothing else to do lately, so I have plenty of time to talk to you."
Elliott remained silent.
"Elliott, you poor thing," Laura said gleefully from across the table, holding Maeve. "Finding someone and having a baby wouldn't be so bad. Look how cute Maeve is. With your looks and mine, the baby would have good genes."
"Ah ah," Maeve waved her little hands as if agreeing with Laura.
Elliott looked expressionlessly at Maeve's chubby little face.
He did like Maeve; having a child at home seemed to bring a lot of joy and laughter.
But the thought of having a child with those random women made him feel disgusted.
"I'm going to work."
Elliott got up and left.
"Always finding an excuse to leave after a few words. If you have the guts, don't come back for the rest of your life," Rose's angry voice trailed behind him.
At the office, Elliott's stomach growled loudly, having skipped breakfast.
He clutched his stomach, frowning in frustration.
"Mr. Miller, did you skip breakfast? I have a sandwich here," said his secretary, Isadora Penrose, who had just walked in with some files. She immediately offered the sandwich she had under the files.
Elliott looked at the breakfast but didn't move. "No need."
"Mr. Miller, don't worry. I've already eaten. I bought too much breakfast today. If you don't eat it, I was planning to give it to someone else," Isadora said playfully, having worked with him long enough to somewhat read his mind. "The cafeteria doesn't serve breakfast. If you don't eat, as your secretary, I can't just watch you go hungry. I'll have to go downstairs to buy more."
Elliott finally took the sandwich. "Make me a cup of coffee."
"Sure."
Isadora smiled and turned to make the coffee. She soon returned with a steaming cup and reported the day's schedule, "Mr. Miller, the factory produced a batch of the latest laminated glass today. You mentioned wanting to inspect it."
"Get ready. We'll head over soon. Don't inform the factory."
Elliott quickly gave the order.
Isadora nodded and, as she turned to leave, stole a glance at his figure behind the desk.
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating Elliott's mature and composed figure in his tailored black suit. Despite being from a small place like Silverwood, he exuded an air of nobility with his chiseled features, high nose bridge, and over six-foot frame.
However, Elliott was usually too low-key and always wore a cold expression, rarely smiling.
But he was undeniably handsome.
At ten in the morning.
Elliott arrived at the industrial park on the outskirts of Whisperlyn City.
This was the production plant that the Miller Group had invested heavily in after moving to the city. The Miller Group was a company that produced automotive and industrial glass.
Since relocating to Whisperlyn City, the factory had benefited from its proximity to the airport and a large port a few kilometers away. With such convenient transportation, the Miller Group had gained some international fame in just a few months.
However, the Miller Group had never chosen to go public. Under Elliott's leadership, it had always taken a steady and solid approach.
"Mr. Miller, this is our latest production of laminated glass."
Dino Thibodeaux, the head of the industrial park, led Elliott and a few others to a workshop filled with newly produced glass. "Compared to last year's laminated glass, the new model not only has stronger safety and durability features but also significant breakthroughs in sound insulation. I can guarantee it's the best glass on the market at the same price."
"Let's test it."
Elliott ordered calmly.
Soon, an employee brought a hammer and struck the glass forcefully. It took six or seven hits before a crack appeared.
Isadora was amazed, "The last batch of glass broke after just four hits."
Elliott nodded, "Break the glass completely."
After the employee shattered the glass, Elliott bent down to inspect the shards.
If the broken glass was sharp enough to cut, it wouldn't be considered good quality.
"Mr. Miller, should I do it?" Isadora asked, concerned.
"It's fine. It's very smooth," Elliott said, rubbing the glass thoughtfully.
At the door, a few factory workers brought in several more pieces of glass.
After placing them against the wall, they quickly left.
However, there were already many pieces of glass there, and with the new additions not placed properly, a pile of glass suddenly toppled towards the crouching Elliott.
"Mr. Miller, watch out!"
Isadora was startled and rushed to push Elliott away. A pile of glass fell on her, and as dozens of pieces crashed down, the ones underneath shattered, with many shards piercing Isadora.
"Ah," Isadora screamed in pain.
Elliott's face changed. He quickly called for an ambulance and, with the help of the factory manager and others, moved the glass off Isadora.
Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and the paramedics lifted the bloodied Isadora onto the stretcher.
Elliott and Dino followed.
On the way, Elliott's handsome face was stern, while Dino, sitting beside him, was nervous and scared. "Mr. Miller, I'm sorry. It was the carelessness of the employees. I'll fire them as soon as I get back."
"Wasn't that laminated glass?" Elliott asked sharply.
"That was just regular glass," Dino said quietly. "It hadn't been processed yet."
"You mixed unprocessed glass with the newly produced laminated glass. You really know how to organize."
Elliott's voice was low but cold and sharp. Those familiar with him knew his temper well. He never yelled or lost his temper, but angering him came with a heavy price.
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