Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 992

Chapter 992

Alone in the villa, Jimena locked every door, but the place still felt cold. She took a hot bath and went to bed early, trying to shake the emptiness. Thankfully, the night was quiet.

The next morning, she hired someone to clean the red paint. Then she headed to the factory. Sawyer greeted her with good news: they’d hired fourteen new workers, most from his village.

“Uncle Larouche, are your villagers all this hardworking?” Jimena asked, smiling.

“They sure are,” Sawyer said, pausing to wipe his hands. “I spread the word, and they jumped at the chance.” Then he added, “Ms. MacLean, you shouldn’t come here too often. The air gets bad when we’re in full production. We wear gear for a reason.”

Jimena touched her face, realizing she had no mask. “Oops, forgot. I’ll put one on.”

Sawyer introduced her to the new hires—men and women ranging from twenty to fifty years old. The youngest, a boy barely in his twenties with pale skin, stood out.