Ex-Wife Don't Leave, Love Is Coming Again! novel Chapter 1845

Meanwhile, a recently developed office building officially launched in Horington as an enterprise brand that day.

Out of the hundred-odd stories of the building, twenty of them belonged to Crawford Heights Group.

Coralie was clad in business attire as she sat in the chief financial officer's office, busy auditing the export sales for that month.

As soon as she concluded the statistical report, a broad grin was etched on her face. She hastily picked up the phone and dialed her brother's number.

“Congrats, Shawn! Our sales have skyrocketed again this month! Compared to last month, it has increased by more than one hundred and thirty percent. We'll be realizing your plan in no time.”

The business world is no different from a battlefield. Coralie was awed by Shawn's capability.

“We're still far from achieving our goal. To think that we could generate that many sales by poaching just three of Farwell Group's clients, I wouldn't dare to imagine how good Lucian is at running their business,” responded Shawn.

Instead of being consumed by conceit at that transient success, Shawn began to see Lucian's terrifying control.

In fact, his newly founded company was barely even one-tenth of Farwell Group in size.

Unlike Farwell Group, which had their headquarters already taking up two blocks of building, not to mention having their very own massive industrial area, all Shawn owned were twenty measly stories within an office building.

“Commend them if you must, Shawn, but there's no need to belittle yourself. We're not based in this southern city, so we ought to take it one step at a time. Anyway, this is only the beginning. I believe in you!” Coralie did not forget to sing her brother's praises.

After hanging up the phone, she completed her work and shut down the laptop. The corner of her lips curled upward slightly without her knowing it.

As comical as it might sound, the man who had been involved in the car accident turned out to be Jonathan, Frieda's elder brother.

It was as though the fate of both ladies and their brothers were inextricably intertwined.

Then came a knock on the door. “Come in!” answered Coralie.

Frieda entered the office with an upright demeanor. She was appointed the deputy chief financial officer of Crawford Heights Group, or rather, Coralie's assistant.