Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 192 We Don't Want Money, We Want People

"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling a bit on edge.

Even though Faris and I were pretty tight these days, his random outbursts still freaked me out sometimes.

He had me pinned with his arms on either side, biting his lip and staring at me. The tension was thick.

His eyes flicked down to my belly and then back up to my face.

"Why are you so jumpy? You're pregnant. You think I'd try something?"

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, quit messing around."

I gave him a little shove, and he backed off, sitting down where he was before. Faris was always upfront about his feelings. It wasn't that I didn't get it; I just didn't want to deal with it. Things got awkward real quick.

I remembered I had a diamond VIP client scheduled for a massage that afternoon and used that as my escape route.

As I got to the office door, I saw Dakota coming out, looking all surprised, clearly not expecting me back so soon.

Dakota explained calmly, "The water cooler outside ran out, and I needed a drink, so I came to your office to get some."

She did have a water cup in her hand.

I nodded and smiled. "No problem."

I walked into my simply decorated office and looked around. Important documents were locked up, the computer was password-protected, and nothing seemed out of place. Dakota's resume said she was 24, but she acted way older. She didn't talk much, but her sharp eyes seemed to see right through people.

Despite her cool demeanor, she was thoughtful-Every morning, there was a cup of hot milk on my desk, and a green plant appearing next to my computer, and when I woke up from napping, a thin blanket covered me. My secretary told me it was Dakota.

A few days later, I found a nice little apartment, already decorated but never lived in. The owner needed cash fast and was selling it. I liked the decor style and its proximity to the beauty salon, so I bought it without thinking twice.

The day before I planned to move, I invited the Hill family to dinner to say thanks. When I started my business, Aron invested $100,000 as my startup capital. Within two or three months, the returns were several times that amount. I prepared a $500,000 check for Aron as the first dividend. But he refused, saying he'd talk dividends when I really hit it big.

I may have had a lot of bad luck in the past, but meeting benefactors on my entrepreneurial journey was my greatest fortune. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I wondered if God thought he had tortured me enough in the first 27 years, so now things were finally going smoothly. No one was lucky or unlucky forever. People should never look down on someone who seemed insignificant now, because you never knew how strong they would become.

To outsiders, I was the dark horse that suddenly emerged in Seabreeze Harbor's business world, becoming the powerful woman I once dreamed of being. Such smooth success garnered admiration and jealousy.

One morning in early August, I got a call from my secretary. After hearing her anxious account, I rushed to the store.

The ground in front of our store and the door were splattered with red paint, looking like blood at first glance. I stood there, heavily pregnant, calmly surveying the scene.

All the employees stood anxiously to the side, and there were quite a few onlookers. I calmly took out my phone and called 911.

Then, I looked at my secretary and said lightly, "Call those media outlets that wanted to interview me recently and tell them they have ten minutes today."

She looked at me, puzzled, but did as I said.

The media arrived quickly.

they arrived, the police had already taken photos and

encounter news, and the sound of camera shutters and

Russell, who do you think is responsible

smiled. "I think that's a question for the police to answer. I trust they will give

grown so rapidly in such a short time; it's truly impressive. Do you think this could

that even

smiled at their

friendly and generous. I don't believe anyone would do something so harmful and pointless. Besides, competition isn't

I said these insincere words, my gaze moved past the

was none other than Melissa Garcia, the one who had repeatedly made things difficult for me at

into a smile

"One more minute."

It's rare to see a pregnant woman working so hard. I think everyone is curious why we haven't seen the child's father. Is there a story behind this?" Across the street, Melissa folded

so hard, but now

reporters chased after me

You are an

A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, and everyone turned their

a lollipop in his mouth, walked over. As a well-known figure

got excited and swarmed him. Melissa, meanwhile, stood frozen, staring at us

Is Ms. Russell carrying your child? Are you secretly

looked at the gossiping reporters with a nonchalant expression and held

true. Because of the baby, I even

kicked her car, then got in and

but Faris put his arm around my shoulder and said, "That's

out of the reporters' sight, I shook

looking at me

said, "Why did you say that? Now

misunderstanding? Besides, if I hadn't said that, how were you planning to answer? And what would the

returned to the office in frustration and sat down, with Faris

it. Have you thought about who might have

"I suspect it's

frowned, seemingly seriously considering my

I couldn't help but tease

have so many messy relationships that you can't remember which

messed around. But someone as charming as me is bound to have admirers. It's just

many people admire you. How could I dare to dislike you? Judging by today's warning, those women are quite formidable.

leaned in close, smiling

Seabreeze Harbor knows you're carrying my child. If you want me to stay away, do

schadenfreude and glanced at him indifferently. "You reap

proactively contacted the media, as being retaliated against wasn't exactly a

I'm not afraid to make a big deal out of it. Besides, sometimes gossip isn't

days later, after browsing through the information from potential franchisees from various places, it was

and

been waiting for