Beyond The Divorce - Season 5 Episode 19

I looked toward the departing Grace and felt a sense of oppression. We were once a close–knit family who shared everything, but it had come to this. I realized how unpredictable life could be.

I recalled Grace angrily defending Melanie at the baby’s full moon party. Looking at Grace now, I understood her life must be far from ideal, given how wom and aged she looked. After getting in the car, I

drove to the office feeling gloomy.

I dealt with some urgent matters and told Ryan I needed to go to Solaris. After some thought, he said, Can you postpone it for a day? We can go together tomorrow.”

“You want to come?”

Ryan smiled at me, saying, “I mentioned wanting to visit a few friends there last time. I can’t leave yet since we have clients from Canta coming to discuss business.”

I thought about it and realized postponing the trip wouldn’t make much difference. After all, I felt unsettled after what happened in the morning. I considered Ava, knowing she wouldn’t be happy today,

either.

I nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll tell Carol to reschedule my flight.”

Coincidentally, Elanor arrived, too. While her office was here, she was always busy in the building materials market. She only checked in during the mornings and evenings and sometimes wouldn’t visit

for several days.

Still, I trusted her wholeheartedly. Elanor had handled the market’s affairs efficiently since joining. Although Grayson initially delegated the market to her, he actively pursued new business opportunities. I

found great comfort in that.

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My employees were excellent, and I had no difficulty managing them.

Since Elanor came this time, she had something Important to discuss. She entered my office and said, ”

Melanie has been busy contacting suppliers lately.”

Eleanor had obtained a list of suppliers Melanie had secretly contacted. I wasn’t sure what Melanie was

planning. I examined the list and felt a sense of clarity. Judging from the names on the list, I knew she

was making moves.

If we could determine the number of their orders, we could determine where the building materials were

going.

Eleanor looked at me and asked, “What do you think? Is it useful?”

“You did perfectly!” I exclaimed excitedly, “I was just looking into her materials usage, and now I have this

information.”

Eleanor smiled, saying, “She hadn’t frequented the market before, but she’s been coming often lately. I thought something was up, so I watched her. It’s strange since Melanie never has discussions with

anyone at the market.

“One day, I met her at Nova while hosting and having lunch with a manufacturer. I knew the client she met with. He told me everything, so I paid closer attention to Melanie.”

Elanor’s quick thinking impressed me. She pointed to the list and said, “I noticed the clients on this list like making a quick buck. Some companies have a fair scale, but their products aren’t impressive, which

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caught my attention.

“I was there when the last incident between her and Tobshampton Group happened. She must be up to

something similar this time. Melanie hasn’t changed her ways,” Eleanor said severely.

I reminded Elanor, “Matthew was always concerned about costs. He must’ve gained much from it initially.

Just watch a few key areas. Petty squabbles won’t be convincing.”

Elanor mentioned, “They haven’t introduced any new products recently. It seems they don’t care about the

smaller markets anymore.”

I advised Elanor, ‘Everything starts with the basics. What they don’t value might be the capital we need.

We must remain focused on high–quality products, so watch for any new ones.” 1

Elanor passed me several lists and sample catalogs, saying, “Look at these latest products I’m

researching.”

I glanced through them and suggested, “Why don’t you follow me to Solaris? You can check out the

materials at Pinnacle Group. They’re market leaders, and I’m sure they must have some new ideas. Also, you can check out the order meeting at Fort Greaeu.”

“Sure!” Eleanor and I continued discussing until nearly noon. We had planned to have lunch together, but she had to leave when a client arrived.

The visitor was a developer, a slick middle–aged man whom I didn’t particularly like. I wanted to pass him

off to Ryan initially, but I noticed Ryan was busy with clients from Canta.

offered him a seat, and he gave me his business card. His name was Jeremiah Schaefer, a developer from Bourdemun. He revealed a humble smile, which somehow looked familiar. “Ms. Chloe, I’ve heard. much about you.

On? What brings you here, Mr. Jeremiah? Do you have friends in Faswood? I smiled back faintly, thinking