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.

photos and collected

were excited to encounter news, and the sound of camera shutters and

you think is responsible for

that's a question for the police to

Beauty Retreat has grown so rapidly in such a short time; it's truly impressive.

'Is that

I still smiled at

and generous. I don't believe anyone would do something so harmful and pointless. Besides, competition isn't a bad thing; it drives development. All competitors are collectively advancing this industry, and I thank each one of

I said these insincere words, my gaze

sports car was none other than Melissa Garcia, the

lips into a smile and

"One more minute."

I think everyone is curious why we haven't seen the child's father. Is there a story behind

pregnant woman working so hard, but now you have. That's why I'm successful; do you think? Time's up. That's

reporters

the father of your child? Why haven't we seen him? You are an inspirational figure in Seabreeze

rang out from the crowd,

walked over. As a well-known figure in

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

Is Ms. Russell carrying

reporters with a nonchalant expression and held my hand

the baby, I even quit

this, Melissa kicked her car, then got in and

ask more questions, but Faris put his arm around my shoulder and said, "That's enough for today. My wife is tired, and I

of the reporters' sight, I shook off his

at me like that?"

you say that?

misunderstanding? Besides, if I hadn't said that, how were you planning

sat down, with

I acted on my own. Forget it. Have you thought about who might have splashed the

"I suspect it's your messy love life causing trouble for

frowned, seemingly seriously

this, I

that you can't remember which

someone as charming as me is bound to

dare to dislike you? Judging by

leaned in close, smiling

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

and glanced at him indifferently. "You reap what

why I had proactively contacted the media, as

make a big deal out of it. Besides, sometimes gossip isn't a bad thing; the publicity effect can be as good as advertising, and it's

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

the computer and walked out of

been