"Thank you." Jenna Murphy thanked Alvin.
Alvin was not very good at articulating himself, upon hearing Jenna's thanks, he was a bit flustered and hastily said respectfully: "Young Madam, there's no need to thank me. It's just a piece of cake."
Jenna took out two plastic basins and went into the bathroom.
"Mr. Richards, Kyrie Gambon and Warrick Hodge have called to invite you to lunch." Alvin reported to Hansen.
Hansen walked to the side of the bed. Jerry was sleeping soundly, and there was a blush on his tender face. He was very cute. His mouth was slightly open, and there was a noise in his throat from time to time. He had already finished two IV drips and was now on his third one.
Hansen held on to his small hand and a look of tenderness flashed across his face. A sense of bliss was filled his heart.
"When is it?" He asked coolly.
"Kyrie said it would be this afternoon. However, I told him that you were busy, so he
said that he would wait until tomorrow. So far, I haven't made any promises. I just told him to wait for your answer." Alvin answered very carefully.
"Good." Hansen nodded. He held a towel and carefully wiped the sweat off Jerry's forehead. Of course, he understood what Kyrie was trying to do. The corners of his mouth revealed a mocking smile. "There's no hurry. We can take our time. Anyway, I want to stay here for a while."
"Alright." Alvin nodded. He already understood what Hansen meant.
"How about this? Investigate the personnel situation of this factory in the next few days, especially these staff members." Hansen pondered for a while, and then spoke again.
Upon hearing this, Alvin's face became serious. Other than being located in a remote place, the factory also fell into such disrepair due to some administrative problems, and there were also some people who were causing trouble.
Being a hundred-year-old factory, if it was not refurbished and did not conform to the current standards, it would inevitably fall back.
They could invest in them, but the purpose was to get rid of the cons, so...
Alvin totally understood what he meant, and he thought so too.
No matter how much money Hansen had, he didn't want to just throw it away for nothing. Besides, this was not in line with his business principles.
Kyrie was eager to invite him to lunch. It was likely that he was not only just flattering him. He, Hansen, did not lack for such a meal. In fact, being confronted with Kyrie's vulgar words and deeds could only make him lose his appetite.
After Alvin received the instruction, he understood it tacitly and left.
Jenna was standing with her head down, scrubbing the clothes on the stone platform in the bathroom. She could hear their conversation clearly. With her understanding of Hansen, he would never invest blindly in any project. Of course, the same can't be said for donations. However, according to what he said just now, it was obvious that he was not simply making a donation this time. It seemed that he had wanted to invest in it in the long term.
Wasn't he following her, or was he not here to look for her and Jerry? Had he been investigating this factory for a long time? Then what did this decaying factory have to do with his business? Jenna was a little
confused.
With this thought in mind, she applied the scented soap on Jerry's clothes and rubbed it mechanically while she became completely lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" As Jerry fell asleep, Hansen had nothing to do. He walked into the bathroom and saw that her head was down and her face was covered with her hair. The scene of the earthquake in the disaster area quickly flashed across his mind. She looked similar to the woman who helped the child back in the tent with her head lowered. He got a little overwhelmed with emotions. He held her waist from behind and reached out a hand to touch the black hair on her forehead. His eyes were soft and clear. He demanded softly.
It wasn't until Hansen's warm chest had reached her that Jenna came back to her senses. She straightened her back.
His chest was so hot that the skin on her back was red. This made her more flustered. His hands which were touching her hair on the forehead were extremely hot too. The heat seeped into her hair and spread to her face. Her face became red again.
"Don't touch me. I'm washing the clothes." She wriggled her body to escape his embrace.
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