Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 123 - 111: Since she’s been slept with by so many people already, does it make a difference if I’m one more? 1

Chapter 123: Chapter 111: Since she’s been slept with by so many people already, does it make a difference if I’m one more? 1

In the future, I’ll definitely educate Darnley well."

Faye Townsend smiled slightly, looking at Darnley, and thought of Miya, taking a deep breath.

"I’m going upstairs to change clothes; let’s eat in a bit."

After going upstairs, Faye Townsend made a call to Henry Sullivan.

This time, his phone finally got through.

Faye sighed with relief: "Henry, what’s going on? Why has your phone been off?

Do you know how worried I was about you."

"Faye, everything’s fine, I was just on the plane."

"A plane? Are you going somewhere?"

"I’m heading to Mountain City."

Faye’s lips curved into a smile: "Did you find out about Yao Yao’s situation?"

"That’s right, she’s indeed in Mountain City.

I’m going to find her now.

But there isn’t a direct flight to Mountain City, so I had to get a connecting flight.

I’m in Luton City now, preparing for the transfer."

Faye nodded: "Alright, Henry, you must do your best.

Happiness is just a thought away.

If lost, it could be forever gone."

Henry fell silent.

Faye bit her lip: "Henry, good luck."

"Alright, Faye, wait for my good news."

"Okay." After hanging up, Faye felt a bit better.

Downstairs, Darnley’s cheers echoed.

She changed her clothes and went downstairs to find Oliver Turner had arrived.

She pursed her lips: "How did the busy you find time to come over today?"

"My son called me saying he missed me.

No matter how busy I am, I still have to eat."

Darnley hugged Oliver Turner, unable to hide the joy on his face.

"Darnley, hasn’t mom told you that Daddy Turner is very busy?

You can’t keep doing this, you know."

"Daddy Turner already said it, no matter how busy, he has to eat.

He can go back to work after eating, can’t he?"

Faye smiled helplessly: "Alright, alright, I can’t argue with you two.

Uncle Rivers, have Auntie Li stir-fry a few more dishes."

"Not necessary, we aren’t outsiders, this is enough."

Oliver Turner waved: "Come down quickly."

Faye went downstairs, and while eating, Oliver took another phone call.

He really seemed very busy.

After eating, Oliver spent only a few minutes with Darnley before leaving.

Faye went out to see him off.

At the door, she said to Oliver Turner: "If you’re this busy, you don’t need to come over.

Honestly, I feel a bit guilty."

"If you feel guilty, it means my strategy worked.

I’m doing it to make you feel guilty.

When you’re guilty enough, you’ll want to marry me to make it up."

Faye turned her head with a smile: "Dream on, go back to work."

"Are you comfortable living here?"

Faye nodded: "It’s pretty good."

Oliver looked over at the next-door villa: "You haven’t encountered any strange people, right?"

"No, why?"

Oliver pursed his lips: "Nothing, then I’m leaving. The company’s been a bit chaotic lately, be careful."

"A bit chaotic?" Faye raised her eyebrows, nodded: "Okay."

Oliver patted her shoulder, turned, and left in his car.

Faye watched him leave and glanced at the neighboring house.

Tossing her thoughts aside, she stepped back home.

In the courtyard, she called Declan Rivers.

"Declan, where are you?"

"Still at the office."

"Come to my house after work, I need to talk to you."

"Got it, Director Townsend."

After hanging up, Faye went inside.

She picked up Darnley and said to Uncle: "Uncle Rivers, Declan is coming over later.

He probably hasn’t eaten, make him something he likes."

"Yes, Miss." Uncle Rivers said with a broad smile.

Upstairs, Darnley asked: "Mom, who’s Declan?"

"Uncle’s son, you should call him Uncle."

"Oh, Mom, Daddy Turner is really busy."

"Yes, Daddy Turner is very busy, so you shouldn’t always bother him."

Darnley pouted: "Okay then, when Grandpa Rivers took me out today, he bought me a new storybook.

I was thinking of reading it with Daddy Turner."

"Bring it over, I’ll read it with you."

Nearly an hour later, Declan Rivers arrived.

Uncle Rivers came up and said: "Miss, Declan’s here."

Faye closed the storybook, handed it to Darnley, and walked out: "Declan, have you eaten?"

"Not yet, Director Townsend."

"This is home, no need to call me Director Townsend.

Go down and eat first, then wait for me in the study."

Declan smiled, pressing his lips: "Okay, Faye."

Faye finished the story with Darnley before heading downstairs to the study.

Declan was already waiting there after having eaten.

She pointed to a seat: "Have a seat."

The two of them sat down together, and Faye asked: "Have you heard any strange news around the company recently?"

Declan frowned slightly: "Faye, you’ve heard about it?"

"No, I just heard it’s a bit chaotic.

Tell me what you know."

Declan sighed: "Some senior executives are causing a stir; they seem to want to promote Deputy Townsend."

Faye frowned: "Is it those old folks again?"

Declan nodded: "They’re veterans who followed Uncle Townsend, and they’re making quite a fuss. I heard our clothing factory in the suburbs even stopped production."

Faye tilted her head with a smile: "Such big news, why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

"The senior executives didn’t mention it in their reports, so I wasn’t sure if it was just a rumor."

Faye bit her lip, pondering: "Then, Declan, you don’t need to come to work tomorrow, investigate these matters."

"Alright, Faye, there’s one more thing..."

"Speak."

"When I was eating in the cafeteria today, I heard rumors against you. Didn’t you withdraw a million for Deputy Townsend from finance today? During lunch, everyone was talking, saying you’re spending money like water and not here to work but to squander the company’s assets."

Faye said with a heavy voice: "Okay, I got it. You’ve worked hard today.

Go spend some time with Uncle Rivers and then rest early."

"Alright, Faye, you should rest early too."

After Declan left, Faye rubbed her temples, thinking of a strategy.

The next morning, Declan delivered confirmed information.

The suburban factory had indeed stopped production.

Faye pressed the outside line phone, asking Brielle Golden to notify everyone to prepare for a meeting.

With yesterday’s experience, the executives were proactive today.

When she entered the meeting room, everyone was already present.

Faye walked to the main seat in eight-inch stilettos, her slender figure and stylish business attire making her look vibrant and spirited.

"Well, everyone’s here today, and even Deputy Townsend isn’t late; it’s quite a surprise."

Richard Townsend sat with his legs crossed, slouched in his chair: "If you’re going to have a meeting, have a meeting; why mock me? If you don’t like me, just say it."

Faye shifted her gaze from Richard, tossed the documents onto the table, and sat down.

The noise was loud, drawing everyone’s attention to her.

She pursed her lips: "Director Lin, let’s start with you. Report your department’s work situation."

The named senior manager paused, surprised: "Director Townsend, you didn’t inform us in advance that there would be a work report, I haven’t asked anyone to organize..."

"You’re the manager of your department; you oversee all its affairs.

To report your department’s work, do you still need someone to organize notes for you? It’s not like you’re giving a speech.

Just report the situation you know about your department."

Director Lin said nothing.

Faye raised an eyebrow: "What, can’t do it? Are you slacking every day, using public funds for meals, so you don’t even know what your department is doing?

Those who didn’t attend yesterday’s meeting? Which of you will voluntarily stand up and report your work?"

The meeting room was silent.

Faye turned to Richard: "Deputy Townsend, what do you think should be done in this situation?

These managers seem not to take their work seriously.

Did the Townsend Family establish a company just to feed these freeloaders?"

Richard grunted: "Everyone makes mistakes."

"Indeed, from Deputy Townsend’s words, it seems like we should let everyone off.

Alright, in consideration of Deputy Townsend, I’ll let you off this time.

However, Director Lin, I have a question for you.

Why did the suburban clothing factory stop production?

I heard a lot of orders are piled up, not shipped on time.

You need to explain this to me."

Director Lin furrowed his brows, swallowing hard.

"Director Townsend, there’s no profit in the clothing business now.

Every time we report, Director Turner mentions the clothing factory is unprofitable and a burden.

But I’ve really tried my best; it’s tough to run a clothing business these days. It’s a hot potato in my hands, and I can’t manage.

Now I’m applying for funds from the company, but they won’t allocate them, so the factory cannot continue, and we’ve had to halt operations."

"Is it up to you to decide whether to stop operations? Business relies on integrity.

You’ve taken orders, signed contracts, even if it means losing money, you need to finish them.

If you’ve taken orders, received deposits, but don’t deliver, what is that? Don’t you understand it’s commercial fraud?

Let me tell you, the opposing company has already joined in suing the factory, since you’re responsible for it, you’ll bear the consequences, whether it’s imprisonment or going bankrupt.

The company won’t cover for incapable individuals."

Several executives who reported work yesterday thought they were seeing things.

At yesterday’s meeting, Director Townsend was clearly gentle, but today she seemed like an angry fox, beautiful yet fierce.

Director Lin, nervous seeing Faye’s demeanor, said: "Director Townsend, the factory’s inability to operate is due to the company’s funding issues; how can this matter fall upon me?"

"I just investigated the financial statements.

This February, the clothing factory applied for 170,000 due to insufficient funds, then in late April again for 140,000, last month 220,000.

All three appropriations just circled through the financial statements of the clothing factory and were moved out.