Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Surrounded at the Factory_1

In a high-end hotel in Jamae City, Ethan Locke patted the model’s head and answered the phone, sounding impatient as he asked, “Hello, what do you want?”

“Honey, I miss you.”

Even though Cindy Harrison knew how Ethan Locke felt, she still pretended to be naive, and her coquettish voice involuntarily made Ethan think of some enchanting scenes.

His tone softened slightly, and he laughed, “Miss me? Where do you miss me?”

“Oh, you’re bad.”

Cindy’s voice carried a touch of shyness. She giggled and then said, “I called because I have something to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“I saw that man.”

Ethan smiled and glanced at the female model below him, asking casually, “Who did you see again?”

Cindy said, “I saw Greg Jensen.”

“Who did you say?”

Ethan pushed the model away and his expression darkened slightly as a surge of jealousy rose in his heart.

“Greg Jensen…”

Cindy heard the silence on the phone and couldn’t help but giggle, asking playfully, “Are you jealous?”

“Heh.”

“Don’t worry, I have nothing to do with him, and we even had a big fight.”

Cindy hurriedly recounted the events and then said, “Everyone says Greg Jensen is the owner of Dreamscape Garden, but I think it’s not that simple.

How could a country bumpkin like him have enough money to buy Dreamscape Garden?”

Listening to Cindy’s explanation, Ethan’s expression improved a lot. He sneered, “Probably someone’s front man. What kind of great prospects could he have?”

“Exactly, he definitely can’t compare to my hubby.”

“Haha, are you smearing honey on your lips?”

Cindy laughed lightly, “Why don’t you come over and taste? Taste my lips and see if they taste like honey.”

“Haha, I’ll come back in a couple of days.”

“Hehe, then I’ll be waiting for you.”

Cindy laughed again, and then said, “Darling, I don’t want to deal with Greg Jensen, but I need to open a branch there, and he’s stealing my business.”

Running his hand through the model’s hair, Ethan casually said, “We’re going to be married soon, don’t think too much.

There’s still so much to do for the wedding, who has time to bother with some country bumpkin?”

“But… ”

“Enough, that shop of yours won’t make much money anyway. I’ll transfer a hundred thousand to you in a few days.”

Ethan took a deep breath and said somewhat impatiently, “Alright, I’m busy here, let’s leave it at that.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone and pounced on the model, grabbing her hair.

…

“So, what did he say?”

“That bastard, he must be fooling around with some woman!”

Cindy’s face was gloomy, her eyes were icy, and she trembled with anger.

Judy Lampe was somewhat trembling inside, cautiously asking, “So what do we do now?”

Thinking of the humiliation she had suffered at Dreamscape Garden made Cindy see red with rage as she said through gritted teeth,

“Damn Greg Jensen, daring to humiliate me in front of so many people; once I’m in the Locke family, I’ll make him pay!”

Judy grinned, “He’s just a country bumpkin. No need to take him seriously. Once you become Mrs. Locke, won’t you be able to do whatever you want?”

Cindy’s face was stern, her eyebrows tightly knitted together. Just as she was thinking of letting Greg Jensen off for the time being, a name suddenly came to her mind.

She looked up, slightly surprised, “What if… I go to Big Brother Song and have him take care of Greg Jensen?”

“Jay Brent? That… ”

Judy hesitated, “Cindy, you’re about to get married, isn’t it better not to stir up trouble at this time?”

“I can’t stand it, it’s making me lose sleep!”

Cindy said with a livid face, “I’m going to find Jay Brent right now. Greg Jensen thinks he’s smart now, doesn’t he? Well, let’s knock him back to being an idiot!”

…

Cindy Harrison’s matter wasn’t something Greg Jensen dwelled on. Looking at the beams that had been installed in the long corridor of Dreamscape Garden, he got back in his car and drove to Jamae Herbs Factory.

Today was the official handover day, and it was Chestor Ware’s first meeting. Greg, after all, was one of the shareholders; it would be improper not to attend.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Jamae Herbs Factory, from afar, he could see groups of workers idly chatting inside the factory compounds, and he could not hear the sound of machinery, indicating that production had likely stopped.

Just as Greg was planning to drive in, two elderly men emerged from the gate.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Stop right there, do you have a pass, just barging in like that?”

Greg rolled down the car window and said, “I’m a new shareholder, here for a meeting.”

“A new shareholder? Are you one of the new bosses?”

“Well, I guess I’m one of the bosses.”

Hearing Greg’s words, one of the elderly men immediately turned and shouted, “Everyone come over, the new boss is here.”

“The new boss is here, hurry over to see.”

“Let’s all go together.”

Before he had finished speaking, a crowd quickly surrounded him.

“Now that the factory is changing bosses, what about the wages we’re owed?”

“Also, also, I heard everyone is going to be laid off; is that true or not?”

“When do we start work again?”

Dozens of employees surrounded Greg’s car, blocking the road so tightly, as if afraid that Greg might run off.

A thought crossed Greg’s mind, and his brows furrowed.

Buying the factory was just a normal business transaction. Even if there were new bosses, it was impossible to lay off all the workers.

In other words, no matter who became the boss, there should be no difference to the employees below.

Logically, the employees shouldn’t have such a strong reaction.

Was someone inciting them?

Although the management of the factory was entirely handed over to Chestor Ware’s side, facing such an issue, Greg couldn’t really ignore it completely.

After hesitating for a moment, Greg opened the car door, stepped out, and spoke loudly to the crowd:

“Everyone, please quiet down. We will seriously listen to any concerns you have.

But all of this must wait until after the meeting, understand?”

“We don’t understand. I just want to know if you’ll still need us in the future.”

“Yes, I heard… someone say that after you bought the factory, you’ll use your own employees.

My entire family relies on me for food, and if you lay me off, we’ll starve.”

“Yes, indeed…”

Inwardly, Greg thought just as expected. Chestor Ware had only officially taken over today and hadn’t said a word yet.

If nobody was behind the scenes pulling the strings, where did these workers get the news that Chestor Ware was going to lay off all the workers?

What was the purpose of the person who incited them?

Was it one of those middle-level leaders, trying to show the new bosses their place and demonstrate their influence among the workers?

Or was it to make the new bosses realize their importance?

Greg frowned in thought and then, with a sudden insight, his gaze gradually hardened.

Could it be that Jay Brent was playing tricks?

As he was thinking, car noises suddenly came from behind.

Greg turned to look and saw that Chestor Ware had arrived, his daughter Taylor Ware, a young woman brimming with vigor, by his side. Seeing Greg there, Taylor’s expression briefly changed, a glint of interest flickering in her eyes before she quickly regained her composure, reverting to her usual aloof demeanor.

Greg, watching her put on an act, couldn’t help but recall the scene from that morning and immediately turned his head away guiltily, looking towards Chestor Ware.

“Brother Greg, you’ve arrived so early,” Chestor greeted with a smile, noticing the throng of workers around, he couldn’t help but express his confusion, “What are they doing here?”

“I don’t know who gave them directions…”