Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 12 A Sneaky Snapshot

The next morning, Emelle joined William in welcoming Mr. Smith from yesterday to the boat factory.

Cloudex Corporation focused on venture capital and emerged as one of the nation’s top investment firms with extensive projects and influence both domestically and Internationally.

It played a key role in backing government–supported projects, notably this cultural heritage boat factory. Emelle had managed to compose herself from last night’s emotional upheaval.

Now, she’s perfectly embodying the role of a CEO’s secretary by William’s side. She spoke when needed and remained silently observant when not.

There was a diverse collection of cultural heritage boats displayed inside the expansive factory, each boat was vibrant and unique.

An elderly factory manager led them through the exhibits,-earning repeated expressions of admiration from Mr. Smith.

“These boats are only 60 feet. We’re in the process of constructing the longest cultural heritage boat in the world, targeting to be 330 feet. Once it’s complete, we intend to apply for a Guinness World Record to bring global recognition to our cultural heritage boats,” the manager said with pride.

*330 feet? That’s taller than some buildings. It must be a spectacular sight on water! Could I have the honor of seeing it?” Mr. Smith was visibly amazed.

“Of course, it’s actually right above us. Have a look,” the manager replied with a smile.

As everyone looked up, they saw an enormous boat suspended from the ceiling, its full length extending beyond their view.

“It occupies too much space on the ground, so hanging it was the best solution to conserve space. We’ve only finished the basic structure. A lengthy process still lies ahead. The next step is the completion of the body structure,” explained the manager.

While all eyes were on the boat, Emelie sensed as if someone was targeting her with their gaze.

She scanned the area and spotted a tall man in a corner.

The man’s face was concealed by a hat and mask. He was aiming a long–focus camera in their direction.

Emelie frowned as she asked, “Factory manager, who is that person?”

The manager glanced over. “He claims to be a blogger, someone who posts stuff online. Hearing about. our cultural heritage and the 330–foot boat, he wanted to capture it. I thought it’d be good publicity, so I

allowed it.”

the uniquely lengthy cultural heritage boat, especially as they stood right beneath

she might

extended his hand to her,

as she was uncertain of

hovered mid–air for a good 20

he was asking for a wet wipe for his hands. A man with his cleanliness habits would naturally want to clean his hands

Emelie would keenly observe his every action,

a mere glance or gesture.

her

felt a pang of surprise at her own lapse in attention. Her thoughts were not as centered on him as they used

more closely than usual. The previous night’s slap didn’t leave any mark, it was as if the incident

Daphne was also present.

a sentence crossed her mind, “You can’t

called out, “Ms.

caught the man taking photos in her direction again. She was

he was

decided against it with Mr. Smith around, to avoid creating

scene.

to address it later as the tour was

it?” Emelie asked, turning to

“Does the company profit from such

not about financial gain,”

now,” Daphne

at a wall sign labeled “4,” Emelie proceeded