Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1781

"Isn't the person you're waiting for right in front of you?" Chandler said with a smile.

"Are you joking with me?" Carl snapped, frustration spilling over as he switched to his native language. "You don't know anything about designing."

Chandler calmly pulled out his phone and displayed their chat history from the night before.

As Carl read it, his anger intensified, and he swatted Chandler's hand away. "Shit! How dare you mock me, Chandler! Do you think I can't deal with you just because we're in Grand Cathay?"

"Your Highness, please calm down," Chandler replied evenly. "I have no intention of mocking you. I just wanted to point out that while I've only studied design for a few years, there are countless designers in Grand Cathay who are far more skilled.

"Plus, Grand Cathay's fashion culture has a history spanning thousands of years, far longer than that of Yorga. It's unlikely Yorga can outshine Grand Cathay in this regard."

"Do you think you're clever?" Carl scoffed, clearly dismissing Chandler's argument.

"I wouldn't dream of presuming that," Chandler said humbly. "Your Highness, I only hope you can confront reality and avoid wasting time on impractical pursuits. We both want to serve our nations' people, and personal motives shouldn't stand in the way."

"Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?" Carl shot back, his anger flaring. "If everyone were as self-righteous as you, I wouldn't hire them, no matter how talented they were. Your arrogance is insufferable, and I won't tolerate it."

He stood up, his expression cold as he looked Chandler in the eye. "This is the first and last time I'll put up with this. If you ever pull a stunt like this again, I'll report it to the Department of Commerce and demand the disqualification of Destiny Corporation. Consider this a final warning."

With that, he turned on his heel and left without another word.

Carl was well aware of Chandler's abilities, but he also understood that someone of his caliber wouldn't be easily controlled.

What Carl needed as the head of Yorga's project wasn't a professional designer but a compliant puppet—and Chandler was clearly not that person.

"I appreciate your straightforwardness, Mr. Newton. That's right, I have a solution, but first, you'll need to hand over the proposal you promised me. Once the higher-ups are aware of your progress, I can use my connections to help you. Doesn't that seem fair?"

Chandler stood silently, deep in thought.

In business, few things were more intimidating than regulatory agencies showing up unannounced. With multiple agencies converging at once, it was clear that Orson was orchestrating this pressure to force him into surrendering the project proposal.

Nonetheless, relinquishing it now would mean leaking the competition's designs. If Orson and Georgia were plotting to sabotage the project, all the hard work his team had put in would be for nothing.

After considering his options, Chandler decided to take a bold risk.

He abruptly ended the call with Orson and quickly dialed his assistant. "Coordinate with all departments. Inform everyone that non-essential roles are to stop work immediately and take a paid day off."