âI hope you understand. Abel narrowed his cold eyes and continued, âI only require you to work diligently. Donât ask about anything else.â
âI⦠I didnât mean anything.â Alana trembled in fear as she called him. âAbe.â
âCall me Mr. Ryker!â
âAlright, Mr. Ryker, Alana completely surrendered.
âAlso,â Abel said as he pointed at his desk, âdonât touch any of the papers on my desk. I donât need you to clean up for me!â
âBut, Mr. Ryker,â Alana took a quick glance at him and continued, âit will be messy if itâs not cleaned up.â
âThatâs none of your concern, Abel responded. âI know how to tidy up. Plus, Iâll call the cleaner if cleaning is needed.â
Alana couldnât hold back her frustration. However, she quickly put on a sweet smile and said. âAbeâ¦
Mr. Ryker, let me make you some tea.â
Abel was too lazy to argue further. He waved his hand impatiently while sitting in his chair.
Alana didnât understand the implication of his gesture. She picked up his cup and hurried to the pantry.
âHey! Thatâs Mr. Yendallâs daughter.â
When Alana came out of the pantry, she heard the female workers behind her whisper to one another.
âDidnât Scott divorce his wife? Werenât his wife and his daughter supposed to be in Vlens?â
âThey didnât actually get divorced. They had been fighting for years. I heard that his wife is formidable and managed to drive off his prospective second wife.â
âYeah, I heard the woman married a director from the Labor Bureau. Only then did Scott give up and bring both of them here.â
âWell, people will only get wiser as their age grows.â
âHahaha! You have such a way with words.
âWhat do you expect? Here comes another one who doesnât know her place!â
The female workers sneered at Alana while looking at her retreating figure.
âYeah, everyone can see that Scottâs power has waned. Heâs trying to ensnare Abel with his daughter!â
âWhat kind of person is Abel? Heâs a ruthless character; he wonât fall for their tricks!â
âWith so many beautiful girls in the factory, not one has ever caught Abelâs a his daughter in this manner is nothing short of inviting trouble, isnât it?â
âWell, you never know. Proximity begets affectionâ¦â
When Alana returned to the office, Abel was about to leave.
Scoutâs arrangement of âMr. Ryker, your tea is ready,â she said hurriedly.
âLeave it there,â Abel said with a cold face. Iâm going to the workshop.â
Before Alana could react, he strode past her, sweeping out the door with a gust of cold wind.
Four of the six assembly lines in three large workshops operated normally, while two were under maintenance.
After the temporary workers were laid off, there were still about 360 people in the four workshops.
Once the personnel arrangements settled down, the inauguration ceremony could be held next month.
Abel hoped that day would arrive smoothly because it was a special day for himâit was Emmelineâs birthday.
Entering the first workshop, he remained composed as he inspected each station.
Lorren Tobes, the workshop manager in his forties, hurried over and greeted, âMr. Ryker!â
Abel nodded in response.
Then, Lorren gave a polite smile to the person behind Abel.
Abel turned around in confusion, only to find Alana behind him!
âWho asked you to follow me?â His face darkened.
âI came to learn.â Alana replied softly. She leaned closer to him while smiling and nodding to the workers in the workshop. It was as if she presented hersell as a duti wife.
Abel couldnât be bothered to pay her any attention. He turned to Lorren and said, âInform all the workshop managers and quality inspectors to gather in my office for a meeting He then turned around and walked away with long strides.
Alana followed closely, keeping up with him as they left the workshop.
Within five or six minutes, all the workshop managers and quality inspectors had arrived at Abelâs. They took their seats on the sofa.
With a stern face, Abel ordered Alana, âMake some teaâ
âI have made it for you,â Alana replied.
âI donât like that tea,â he said coldly.
Then, which one should I use?â Alana then asked anxiously.
âThereâs a shop called Lorrain Tea House on Bridge Road,â Abel said. âThey have Benoz there.â
âBridge Road is quite far. Alana hesitated as she continued, âI can ask Lucaââ
âLuca is my chauffeur, not yours,â Abel snapped.
Alanaâs expression changed as she responded, âAlright then, but it will take about an Tour âThatâs fine.â He nodded. âEven if it takes the whole day, itâll be fine.â
His words caught her aback.