Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Nobody saw it coming-the batch of ingredients the Walker family had sold off was now being recalled en masse. Even the Walkers were blindsided.

Just a while ago, the Walkers were raising their glasses, dreaming of market domination. They had schemed to monopolize the ingredient market, leaving Cedillo Inc. stuck with unsellable stock and anticipating a massive loss of seven billion for Cedillo's secondary division.

To turn things around, they needed to look for opportunities beyond their current scope. While Cedillo Inc. was preoccupied, the Walkers planned to strike, hitting Cedillo when they were most vulnerable, aiming to erase the shame of their past defeat by Andre. "Mr. Walker Sr., congratulations. Looks like you're about to reclaim your throne in the market," said an employee who had defected from Cedillo Inc. to join the Walker team.

The elder Walker raised his glass, "This success is all thanks to Mr. O'Ryan joining us."

Just as they were about to celebrate, a phone call wiped the smiles off their faces.

Who had leaked that their stock was acquired through shady channels?

Mr. Walker Sr. hadn't even taken a sip of his wine when he heard the news. His once cloudy eyes sharpened with fury. "Who reported us?"

Their dealings had been shrouded in secrecy, undetected at checkpoints. How could it be that now, after the goods were sold, someone had tipped off the authorities?

That morning, the Walker family had cleared their warehouse, and by evening, they were planning a thank-you party. But by afternoon, the police were at their door. "Mr. Walker, please provide the sales ledger for this stock, including the source of every ton." Bruce Walker, the eldest son, stood to parry with the police. "Officers, our goods are all lawfully procured and processed. What brings you here so suddenly? Of course, we will fully cooperate with your investigation. I'm quite good friends with Chief Wilson from your department, you know..."

"Bruce, you might have connections, but they won't help you this time. The order for a thorough investigation comes from above, beyond Chief Wilson's reach," a young officer stated with righteous indignation, as his team began their inspection.

Old man Walker sat in his executive chair, his cunning eyes sharp as a hawk's talon, filled with malice.

Only someone with serious clout could have instigated this, maybe the one sitting in the president's office at Eldoria Cedillo Inc.

Mr. Walker clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening with tension. It seemed like Andre was still watching them!

would have time to spar with the authorities. By the time any action was taken, the clients would have already used the goods,

the target was all the goods they

face hundreds, maybe thousands, of clients demanding compensation for breach of

damaged. If they did pay, the Walkers didn't even

way, they

Cedillo Inc.'s

division called Andre gleefully, "Boss, the market is starting to recall all of the

sneered, "Good.

switched on the office screen, tuning into overseas

Walker Enterprises was now packed with financial

for questioning, while the second son stayed to help

camera caught Nicholas, who had left Cedillo

doing well at Cedillo Inc., why suddenly jump ship with

pushed the mic

that, then perhaps you'd like to comment on how this move hasn't helped

and retreated into

the media was Mr. Walker's son, Reagan, and the questions were sharp. "Mr. Walker, your prices dropped forty percent during the price war with Cedillo Inc. and you still needed to clear stock. Does this imply your goods were illegally obtained or that

were relentless, and the murmuring customers started to

suspicion grew; the steep discounts made it seem like the Walkers

up,

"Then why are the police recalling the entire stock? Every batch of raw materials is supposed to be tagged at customs. If you've

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