Chapter 1252

Chapter 1252:

“Boss, why not? Are you really going to let this slide? Or have you gotten soft in your old age?”

Aldwin shot him a cold glance.

“Who said anything about letting it slide?”

“Then what’s the plan?”

“What’s the point of roughing him up now? I’m not just looking to blow off steam—I want that project in the west of Estresa. Since he doesn’t want to cooperate, there’s no need to force it.” Aldwin’s voice turned sharp, each word edged with quiet menace.

“We’ll crush Healy’s project. In Estresa, apart from the Welch family, only the Perkins family has the power to take over.”

“Then boss, what do you have in mind?”

Aldwin leaned back slightly, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Didn’t they go for an on-site inspection? You know what kind of people live in the west of the city. It’s not unusual for a few locals to resist relocation.”

The subordinate’s face lit up with realization. He gave Aldwin a thumbs-up, grinning.

“Boss, you’re sharp as ever. This is way better than just roughing up Healy. I’ll get it arranged right away!”

The west of Estresa was a glaring example of the city’s wealth divide. The roads were narrow, cracked with age, and the buildings stood like relics from another era—sturdy but worn down by time. Schools were underfunded, infrastructure was crumbling, and the people who called this place home bore the exhaustion of daily struggle on their faces.

When Healy arrived with his team, he took in the sight, and something in his expression shifted. He could already picture what this place could become—a new future built on strong foundations.

The Welch family had always believed in striking a balance between profit and public good. This project would be no different.

Healy gestured toward the area as he spoke to his secretary.

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“The people here have lived in these homes for a long time. Moving won’t be easy for them. Adjust the compensation—raise it by one percent where needed. Make sure they have the help they need, understand?” The secretary jotted down notes.

“Understood, Mr. Welch. I’ll get on with it right away. I’ll also start discussions on the demolition agreement tomorrow.”

“Good.” Healy took another long look around, going over every detail he had discussed with J. Once he was sure nothing had been overlooked, he left with a sense of assurance.

But just a week into the development, trouble arose.

Healy’s phone rang, and the moment he heard his secretary’s voice, a frown creased his brow.

“What’s going on? Didn’t we already offer the most generous compensation package? …Alright, I’ll be there soon.” Without wasting another second, he drove straight to the west of Estresa. Even before stepping inside the building, he could hear the commotion.

“No way! We’re not moving! Bring your boss out here! Why should we just pack up and leave because you said so?”

Healy walked in, and his secretary quickly approached.

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