Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 760

”Mr. Wilson, is there anything else we can do? If this continues, the factory will collapse," his advisor reported as soon as he received the news.

Wilson was well aware of the urgent situation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have swallowed his pride to seek out Zachary, only to be rejected.

Thinking about this, Wilson's anger boiled over.

"Hmph!" Mr. Wilson struck his cane forcefully against the floor, his eyes flashing with fury. "I didn't build a small company into today's business empire through luck alone."

His assistant, sensing Wilson's rage, respectfully lowered his head.

“Dave, investigate which factories are currently operating in the market. Record any facility with parts manufacturing equipment, regardless of what they produce. Get this information to me as quickly as possible," Wilson commanded calmly and methodically, as if transported back to his younger days. "Also, compile a list of the city's most skilled maintenance technicians."

Wilson narrowed his eyes. "Since we have no way out, we'll create one."

Dave could guess what Wilson was planning. After all, he hadn't worked for him for just a year or two.

As he turned to leave, Wilson called him back. "By the way, I remember you mentioned East Coast some time ago..."

Dave had a sudden inspiration, clapping his hands in excitement. "Of course! How could I forget about the Chancere family in East Coast?"

Wilson jumped slightly, giving him a displeased glare.

“Mr. Wilson, it's an honor to meet you," James managed to summon some energy for pleasantries.

With time pressing, Mr. Wilson got straight to the point. "Mr. Chancer, I've come to purchase several factories under your management. You're likely aware of Wilson Corporation's current situation. Although your factories aren't large, they could help us through this crisis. Name your terms."

James was momentarily stunned. While he might not have faced as many storms as Mr. Wilson had in his career, this was the first time someone had so directly attempted to "rob" him.

After a moment of silence, James realized Mr. Wilson must have been pushed to desperation to be so urgent.

He interlaced his fingers, matching Wilson's intensity. “Mr. Wilson, I'm truly sorry, but those factories you mentioned are indeed under my name. However, they're my personal assets, unrelated to the corporation, and I have no intention of selling them."