Aurora couldn’t help but find it amusing–those two were something else.
After picking at a few bites of breakfast, she headed straight to Wallon Corporation
On the drive over<b>, </b>her mind drifted back to the supplier issue.
Things were getting out of hand, and it couldn’t be dyed any longer.
She could afford to stall, but Vanguard’s project couldn’t wait.
It wasn’t just her name on the line; it was the result of everyone’s hard work.
She pulled into the underground garage and made her way to the elevator, already nning how to smooth things over with the suppliers. That was her top priority now.
But the moment she stepped into her office<b>, </b>she realized things had taken a turn she didn’t expect.
She’d been nning to invite a few suppliers out for a proper sit–down, maybe over a meal, to clear the air forward
Instead, what greeted her was a mess.
and find a way
One after another, they’d all cut her off–her messages went unanswered, calls rang out or were blocked entirely.
Aurora stared at the string of exmation marks on her screen, momentarily stunned.
Were they really going to burn bridges like this?
Not long ago, there was still room for negotiation.
She was just about to visit their offices herself–this was business, after all, <b>and </b>ties didn’t just vanish cleanly overnight.
In such a small circle, people always crossed paths again. Severing things too bluntly wasn’t a <b>good </b>look for anyone.
Then came a sudden, urgent knock on the door. Her heart skipped beat.
“Come in,” she called out.
Her assistant rushed in, clutching a stack of <b>A4 </b>papers, panic written all over her face.
“Miss Walton, you need to see this. I don’t know what happened, but early this morning, severalpanies faxed us notices, They’re cutting ties for good<b>.</b>”
She hesitated, then added, “Even their assistants blocked me. All of them. It’s like they coordinated it.
Aurora’s <b>face </b>darkened.
The weight of it hit her all at once.
“Same here. Every single supplier cut me off–no exnation, nothing”
Aurora’s expression darkened.
The more she pieced it together, the <b>clearer </b>it became this was some coincidence.
There <b>had </b>to be <b>a </b>hand behind the scentes pulling the strings.
So many issues blowing up at the exact same time? No way that was natural
Her assistant grew
more anxious.
“Miss Walton, what should we do now?
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If these suppliers back out for good, we’ll have a hard time finding aitable recements,
Vanguard’s project might have to shut downpletely.”
Aurora pressed her lips into a tight line. She was fully aware of how serious this was
That was exactly what made it all feel so wrong.
This wasn’t just bad luck. It felt personal, like someone was targeting her, and only her.
But who?
With the project already falling apart and all their contacts vanishing, everything was quickly spiraling into chaos.
Just then
“Knock knock.”
Both Aurora and her assistant turned toward the door.
A voice called out, “Miss <b>Walton</b>, Madam Grace wants to see you.”
Aurora’s stomach tightened with irritation.
It was always the same thing with him more talk, more finger–pointing.
“Got it,” she replied tly.
The messenger lett without another word.
But when the assistant saw Aurora still hadn’t moved, she couldn thelp but ask, “Miss Walton, aren’t you going?”
Aurora shook her head
“No. It’s just going to be the same conversation all over again. What’s the point? I’d rather spend that time figuring out how to fix the actual problem.”
The <b>assistant </b>paused, then nodded. That did make sense.
“Then what’s the n, Miss Walton?”
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