Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 759

Afraid Zachary might change his mind, Mr. Wilson added an even greater incentive. "If you plan to rejoin this project in the future, I can also draft a new contract for you."

Zachary reacted as if he'd heard something amusing, unable to suppress a laugh.

Mr. Wilson frowned in anger, his commanding presence surging forward. "What's so funny?"

Zachary straightened his posture, matching the elder's authority without yielding an inch. "I'm laughing because Mr. Wilson is quite the schemer. Unfortunately, I have no intention of selling that equipment."

Mr. Wilson grew desperate. "They're of no use to you anyway, you—"

He stopped mid-sentence and coldly eyed Zachary, who had remained unusually calm throughout their meeting. "You planned this."

It was a statement, not a question.

Zachary didn't deny it.

Mr. Wilson laughed bitterly in his anger. Pointing at Zachary's exceptionally handsome face, he spoke deliberately, one word at a time, "Are you certain you want to become enemies with Wilson Corporation?"

A cold gleam flashed in Zachary's eyes. He simply left Zachary with one parting phrase as he stood to leave. “Mr. Wilson, goodbye. Don't let me keep you."

What a joke. The Wilson family and he had been enemies for many years already.

Mr. Wilson left the building with pent-up rage, pulling blood pressure medication from his pocket. He tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it dry with a tilt of his head.

His advisor opened the car door for him.

Before getting in, Mr. Wilson looked back at the top of the building, his cloudy eyes filled with malice.

Sooner or later, he would make Zachary understand the meaning of “older and wiser“—that age and experience had their advantages.

"Where to next, Mr. Wilson?” the assistant asked, looking at Mr. Wilson who sat with his eyes closed, gathering his strength.

He turned to rally the others. "But look at our situation now! There's so much work that even if we worked day and night, we might not finish it all. Are they even treating us like human beings anymore?"

The crowd behind him joined in with righteous indignation. "That's right! Today we need an explanation, or we'll all quit at once."

Inside the office, the factory manager was chain-smoking, one cigarette after another. Having just finished a phone call, he heard the commotion outside and felt a pounding headache coming on.

The assistant finally squeezed his way into the office, wiping nervous sweat from his forehead as he looked at the middle-aged man in the chair. "Boss, has headquarters responded yet?"

The factory manager forcefully stubbed out his cigarette on the desk, feeling both angry and worried. "They told us to stall for more time."

The assistant collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling with a long sigh. "I can't hold them off anymore, boss. The workers have gone crazy, as you know."

The factory manager sat with a cold expression, silent.

What could he do? He was just an employee of Wilson Corporation himself. If headquarters said wait, all he could do was try to buy time.