Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 594: Cruz's patience was running thin. His brows drew together in irritation. "Stop looking for shortcuts. Your focus should be on fixing the company, not speculating about irrelevant relationships."

Jeffery hesitated, then nodded obediently. "I understand. I just want to find a way to regain CR Corporation's trust. If we can restore that partnership, resolving the company's internal crisis will be much easier."

Cruz let out a weary sigh and sank into his chair.

"Do you think Mr. Riley is naive? With our company facing a factory shutdown and multiple crises, do you really believe they would consider renewing our partnership at such a critical time?" Jeffery remained firm. "I'm certain Linsey has a special connection with Mr. Riley. Carol and I wronged her that night-it was our fault. If we personally apologize and offer compensation, she'll forgive us. Then, we can ask her to help mediate with Mr. Riley."

Cruz rubbed his temples, disappointment clear on his face. "You ignored the need for an apology until now, but suddenly, when you need her, you think it's the right time? Don't you see how insincere that sounds?"

"Dad! We have no other choice!" Jeffery pleaded, desperate for his father's support. "You can't approach Mr. Riley directly. Linsey is our only way in. If this can restore the firm, I'm willing to do whatever it takes-even risk my life for it!"

"Enough with the reckless talk! If your mother hears you, she'll worry herself sick."

For the first time that evening, Jeffery allowed himself a small smile. His father's words meant he had agreed.

"Dad, trust me. Give me another chance, and I promise to be more cautious." His voice was firm, resolute.

Cruz studied him in silence before finally nodding. "Alright. We'll proceed with your plan."

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Jeffery and Carol were his only children. Carol, naturally rebellious, had no interest in business. Moreover, with her heart condition, Cruz and Myla never pushed her too hard. Still, they were family.

Cruz and Myla were healthy and strong enough to support them, and the Lawson Group belonged to their children-not distant relatives who were eyeing it like vultures.

That day, Linsey finally returned to work. Her colleagues in the Fashion Design Department welcomed her warmly, even bringing her snacks to help her regain her energy. Touched by their kindness, Linsey thanked them, accepting everything with a grateful smile.

Just as she sat down, her phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. "Hello?"

A soft, elegant voice responded, "Hello, Ms. Brooks. I'm Myla Lawson. I've heard you're an outstanding designer at CR Corporation. I was wondering if you could create a few gowns for me?"

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