The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 41

Sunday at 10 a.m.

Edwin picked up Brooklyn and Cordelia in his Audi from the downstairs of their apartment building.

Their destination was a factory located in a suburban area that had developed in recent years. The

area was predominantly filled with factories, and it was spacious with very few people around.

They arrived at 1 p.m.

Zach, the factory manager, warmly welcomed them, showed them around the workshop, and

introduced them to the processors in detail.

"Can these computers delivered to Cedar Hollow?" Cordelia asked.

"Absolutely. We have a robust logistics system at our factory, Ms. Haselwood. You can rest assured."

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Meanwhile, Ronan was sitting in the manager's office, monitoring the factory's surveillance footage. As

soon as Cordelia and the others walked in, Ronan noticed them.

Seeing Edwin by her side, he thought to himself: Figures. His wife was a truly charming woman, always

surrounded by different men.

The training course was over, and her relationship with Jamie was over. Now she was with Edwin.

"If I wanted to buy two hundred units, what would be the price?" Cordelia was impressed with the

quality of the computers and the advanced logistics, so she wanted to place an order as soon as

possible.

Edwin, who owned a gaming company and was very knowledgeable about computers, was also

impressed with the factory's products.

Zach furrowed his brows slightly. "As for the price, I'm afraid that's out of my hands. We'll have to bring

in the president for that."

"Do you mean Mr. Evens?" Cordelia remembered that the person she spoke with on the phone was Mr.

Evens.

"Well, no, not him. Our company was bought out. We're going OEM, and it's the higher-ups in our

parent company who call the shots. Let me give them a call." With that, Zach stepped away to make a

phone call.

In the meantime, Cordelia was discussing the price with Edwin.

"If you're purchasing in bulk, it should be about 3500 bucks a unit. See if you can swing that," Edwin,

being an expert in the field, suggested.

Cordelia nodded, thinking to herself that this time Brooklyn had made the right choice in seeking

Edwin's help for the assessment.

Suddenly, Edwin received a text from Big Bro: [Don't let on that you know me later.]

Edwin frowned, not quite understanding.

Ronan was the "Big Bro" Edwin referred to. Three years ago, Edwin started a gaming company but it

was failing. With no other option, he applied to be Ronan's chauffeur at Lumos Enterprises.

After learning about his experience, Ronan said, "Look, don't be a chauffeur anymore. Start over where

you failed."

Ronan invested $200,000, which saved Edwin's company from bankruptcy.

Grateful to Ronan, Edwin saved his contact as "Big Bro" and sent him well wishes on important days.

However, Ronan never replied.

Given that he had accepted Ronan's help, Edwin felt the need to repay the favor. If Ronan wanted him

to pretend they didn't know each other, he would do his best.

But the word later puzzled Edwin. Could it be that Ronan was in this small factory right now?

"Our boss is here," Zach announced. "Ms. Haselwood, you can discuss the price with him."

Since the workshop was long, they were standing at the far end of it. Cordelia looked at the man

approaching from a distance and was completely taken aback.

How could it be Ronan?

Ronan was striding towards them step by step. Cordelia's emotions were in turmoil as she quickly

thought. In theory, a high-ranking person like Ronan wouldn't personally come to such a small factory.

Yet, here he was, ready to discuss prices with her personally.

Wasn't that strange? Did he already know something?

Cordelia tried to find a photo of Ronan on her phone, but there was none in her album.

Brooklyn, standing next to her, tugged at Cordelia's sleeve. "What should we do? That's Mr. Evans.

What if he finds out you're here because of your first love? How would he react?"

"Stay calm." Cordelia downloaded a picture of Ronan from the Internet and sent it to Whitney.

[Whitney, is this the manager you met that day?]

Cordelia's intuition told her that Ronan must have come prepared this time. Otherwise, he would never

spend his weekend in this small factory.