Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 262

The morning passed quickly. By the time the move was completed and everything was unpacked, it was already noon.

The front door had not been closed properly, allowing the voices of passersby in the alley to drift into the house.

They were gossiping about how the Fitzgerald family must have fallen into ruin. If not, why would they return to their old home? Their mocking laughter carried on without end.

Annoyed, Sarah walked to the door, intending to shut it and block out the chatter.

Just as she reached for the door, a middle-aged woman smirked. "Oh, Ms. Fitzgerald, back in Yewford Town? You shouldn't still be dreaming of living like a noble lady. I'm telling you this out of kindness. Our town is about to open a new factory. Why don't you consider getting a job there? I heard the pay is quite good. Earning a living might save you and your mother from starving."

"Spare me your kindness!" Sarah snapped before slamming the door shut.

...

Meanwhile, at the edge of Yewford Town, construction on the factory was progressing at full speed. Workers were already moving machines inside.

With the equipment and raw material storage nearly set up, operations were expected to begin within a week.

"Ms. Smith, we're truly grateful that you're willing to do something for the people of Yewford Town," said Luther Zieglar, the town mayor, his gratitude evident.

kind, Mr. Ziegler. If not for your help, I wouldn't have been able

south, it was just as undeveloped as some northern regions. Winters were harsh, with few people seeking jobs away from

of such a large factory would finally give the women in town

won her

reaching out to her former business partners, Edward took the opportunity to bring

the progress. In just two days, the factory's construction had advanced

was particularly easy. Nine out of ten women were skilled in

many small workshops in the town producing raw materials. If these workshops could be brought under the

suppliers you mentioned, I've already made arrangements. They all know about you, Ms. Smith. The moment they heard you were coming to Yewford Town, they were thrilled. They all said they're open to negotiations. What matters

these suppliers were eager to

top of that news of

throughout. Yewford Town. The local crochet workshops were even using her name in

arrange a time, and I'll secure a venue for

handle it,"

saw her as the pride of

strong ties with Prosper Stitch Group's chairman, and Luther was hopeful that she could

it got done. At such a crucial moment, anyone who delayed her work would be standing