Chapter 482 In the Hotel Room
Chapter 482 In the Hotel Room
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They stood in front of the mirror, their reflections framed in perfect symmetry.
Dawn barely reached Ethan’s corbone. Their height difference looked cinematic, like they’d stepped straight out of an ad for luxury perfume.
They brushed their teeth together, washed up together.
The mirror caught every movement, turning it into something soft and picturesque, like a morning painted in calm tones.
When they finished, Ethan picked up a cotton towel and began wiping her face, gentle and precise. He patted once, then again, like he was touching something fragile.
He said with a smile, “When we have a kid, both of you will have to line up for Daddy to wash your faces.”
Dawn froze and looked up at him.
His sharp features softened under the morning light, his eyes full of quiet warmth.
A child…
Was he actually serious?
<i>Wait</i>, is <i>he </i><i>teasing </i><i>me </i><i>again</i><i>? </i>
Her expression hardened. She snatched the towel from his hand and said sharply, “Why can’t you two line up and wait for Mommy to do it?”
“Mommy?”
“Yeah.”
She lifted her chin in mock pride, then leaned closer, her eyes glinting with yfulness. “New Inte craze. Guys call the woman they like ‘Mommy.‘ You didn’t know that?”
Ethan clearly didn’t. He barely touched the inte.
He tapped her forehead with his finger and sighed.
“What kind of nonsense do you read all day? Come on. Breakfast’s ready.”
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Oliver had somehow found an impressive spread. The dishes looked simple, but in a foreign city, they felt like a full–blown luxury brunch.
“Why did you order so much? It’s a total waste.”
Ethan caught her muttering and answered without looking up, “It’s fine. I’ll just dock Oliver’s paycheck.”
Dawn went silent.
Poor Oliver.
Working for a man like Ethan couldn’t be easy.
She picked at the food and took a sip of milk. She was already full.
“This one’s actually pretty good. Try it.”
Ethan handed her some cmari, golden and crisp, the oil still glistening.
Her stomach twisted out of nowhere. A wave of nausea hit her like a punch. She pushed her chair back and bolted toward the bathroom.
Ethan followed quickly, rubbing her back.
“What happened? Something you atest night?”
She didn’t manage to throw up. The tightness in her chest just made it hard to breathe. She sshed cold water on her face, steadied herself, and said, “Maybe I just ate too much. I’m fine.”
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He helped her sit on the couch and poured her a ss of water.
“You should take the day off,” he said quietly.
“No.”
Dawn lifted the ss, hershes low, her voice steady. “I have to go in. The office is a mess.”
There was too much chaos waiting for her, and the longer she stayed here, the more dangerous it became.
Ethan was sharp. If she slipped even once, he’d notice.
He frowned but didn’t argue. His tone softened. “Then I’ll drive you there myself.”
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He had his own meetingster. Once he dropped her off, he left with Oliver.
Dawn stood at the front steps, watching the car disappear down the street.
“Ms. Dawn.”
Mason appeared behind her. “The factory director asked to see you.”
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“He asked to see me?” She turned, puzzled. “I thought we already settled everything? The payments, the ounts, it’s all done. What else does he need?”
“He looked serious,” Mason said. “It seems like something urgent.”
Dawn shot him a brief nce and headed upstairs.
The sky hung heavy with thick clouds. The air in Ithelia was scorching, the kind of heat that made your clothes cling and your lungs ache. The humidity pressed down until every breath felt like steam.
The factory director waited in the office, drenched in sweat. It ran down from his hairline to his cor. Whether from nerves or the weather, she couldn’t tell.
When footsteps echoed at the door, he snapped his head up.
“Ms. Dawn, thank God you’re here.”
Her brows lifted slightly. He never called her that before. Normally it was just “Boss.” The form?l address meant one thing. He was trying to use herst name to pull strings.
And as expected, his next words confirmed it.
“I’m in trouble,” he blurted, his voice trembling. “I’ve thought about it all night, and you’re the only one who can save me.”
Dawn circled behind the desk and nodded toward Mason. “Bring me some water.” She turned to the factory director. “And take it from the top. I need to know exactly what happened.”
The director’splexion was dark, masking his expression, but his eyes gave him away. They were filled with guilt.
He shook his head miserably.
“This is all my fault. But Marshall lied to me too, Ms. Dawn. When Stonewarden Group first took over our factory, he had me sign a contract. I trusted him. I didn’t read it. I just signed. And now that paper is about to ruin me.”
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Years ago, Stonewarden Group had bought the factory, along with its tech, patents, and machines. Even the old staff stayed on.
As the director, his influence ran deep.
The employees believed in him.
But Marshall’s contract had never passed through corporate channels. It was a private agreement between the two men.
The terms were ruthless. If the factory ever failed or the tech became obsolete, Marshall had the right to buy every employee’s shares for half of their market value.
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Chapter 483 Unfair Terms
Sara Lili
<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.