Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1782

An hour later, the complaint lines from various departments were inundated. The shutdown of Destiny Corporation had halted operations across multiple industries, causing widespread disruptions.

Simultaneously, the stock market continued to decline, resulting in significant economic losses throughout Grand Cathay.

Many ordinary workers found themselves affected, leading to a series of serious traffic accidents. In a matter of moments, Grand Cathay was thrown into chaos.

Meanwhile, Orson leaned back in his chair, his eyes shut. His fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest as he waited for Chandler to come to him.

However, it wasn't Chandler who reached out, but rather his superior.

"Orson, what on earth are you doing? There's chaos outside, and you're hiding in your office like a coward! You have one hour. If you don't resolve Destiny Corporation's mess by then, I'll replace you!"

Orson was blindsided by the harsh reprimand, unable to respond before the call was abruptly cut off.

After decades of dedicated service, this was the first time he had faced such a brutal scolding. As he directed someone to investigate the situation, he grabbed his coat and stepped out.

In his car, Orson caught a glimpse of his aging reflection in the rearview mirror. A strange detachment settled over him, as if he were lost in a dream.

After so many years of relentless work, he often struggled to recall his true desires. But soon, his mind cleared, and he was confronted with a sobering truth—he had no choice.

Standing alongside Georgia and the others left him with just two choices—keep moving forward or die trying.

Half an hour had passed, and Orson still hadn't located Chandler. With no other options, he turned to Georgia for help.

"Chandler's at home. Head straight there, but first, instruct your team to conduct a thorough investigation of Destiny Corporation," Georgia advised.

"Wait."

Finally, Chandler looked up, his cold, detached gaze locking onto Orson. "There are children in the house. Don't cause a scene. It will only frighten them."

Orson reluctantly straightened and lowered his head in submission. "What will it take for you to allow Destiny Corporation to resume normal operations?"

"That's not my decision," Chandler replied, feigning ignorance. "It all depends on when the inspection is completed."

"All it takes is a word from you, Mr. Newton. We're all reasonable people here, so let's skip the pleasantries. If you have any conditions, just lay them out," Orson urged.

"How sincere of you," Chandler remarked, giving him an amused look before adopting a serious tone. "Honestly, my brother and I don't welcome outside interference—whether it's with his company or this designer selection. If you're too busy, it's probably best if you don't get involved at all."