Chapter 522

The folks down there were spooked by Jerry's commanding presence and didn't dare to hesitate any longer; they quickly turned back around and got cracking.

Sophia, in a panic, turned to Tomas, "Who's the boss here, you or him?"

Tomas shot her a look, clearly in a bind, "Chairman Crawley wants us to kick off work tonight; I can't just go against that."

She didn't expect Daniel to be the one pushing for it.

"You can't defy Chairman Crawley's orders, but you think it's fine to blow off Mr. Crawley's?" Sophia snapped, "The man calling the shots at the company right now is Mr. Crawley, not Chairman Crawley."

"Whether it's Mr. Crawley or Chairman Crawley, as long as the job gets done well, who cares what time they punched in."

Jerry said this as he turned towards the workers who were still hesitating, "What are you waiting for? Get a move on, the auspicious time is almost upon us."

saying that, he plunged into the storm, barking orders and getting everybody into their places, his megaphone now dangling by his

glanced at the megaphone hanging by his side and then dived into the storm herself, dashing towards Jerry. She caught him off guard, snatched the megaphone, and then shouted to everyone who was bustling about, "I'm Brandon's wife, and I'm standing in for him when I say, the weather tonight is not fit

she lifted her phone, "I've got our marriage certificate to

angry voice erupted at the stairs,

was making his way up to the platform, shielded by

moving past her to Tomas and Jerry, "What are you waiting for?

activity was over, and everyone got back to their busy work with renewed

urgently, "Someone's trying to stir

hasn't wronged anyone; who

her a look of distaste as he eyed her drenched figure, "You're just a designer, not a builder. What are you doing here in all

corner of her eye she spotted a familiar stooped figure heading towards the concrete mixer with tools in hand. Right below the mixer was

a serious illness, better get back and rest, don't

watching her sprint towards the thin, stooped figure by the concrete mixer, heedless of the puddles underfoot. He frowned, puzzled as to why Sophia would run off to

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