Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 439

After she returned to her office, Minerva sat down, her head still spinning.

It was most likely due to the side effects of the gastric problems the day before. She reached out her hand and massaged her temples with much force. She felt much more energized. But this time... her gastric problems seemed to flare up more severely than before, and she was in great pain even until now.

Was it because of that person?

Minerva remained seated for a while before Vera came in.

She walked over to Minerva with a pile of documents in her arms, pulling a chair, and sat down beside her.

"I have calculated. According to our contract, no matter who breaches the contract, the person has to pay thrice the penalty fee. If it's merely a piece of clothing, we may not need to compensate for that much. But Mr. Yardley has ordered everything in our company's quotation, so... I'm afraid that we need to fork out more than expected."

After a dreadful silence, Minerva asked at once, "How much do we need to pay?"

Vera glanced at her, coughing softly. "I've calculated that after paying the penalty fees, we'll probably have a few thousand left."

As soon as she finished speaking, Vera felt brokenhearted. She then held her cheek, "If we had known about it, we should have driven him out right away when he came to us. Now, we are going bankrupt."

Was there only a few thousand left after the payment? Minerva's mouth curled into a smile. "Not bad. I thought it wasn't enough."

Hearing her words, Vera's eyes widened in terror. "Are you out of your mind? How could you feel alright after losing so much money? I thought..."

"Is there anything more joyous than getting rid of him?" Minerva gave a slight smile. She looked at Vera, "Alright, go and prepare the documents. Contact the lawyer and consult them on how to handle this matter."

"Okay, I'll contact the lawyer first."

As they had to pay the penalty fees, Minerva and Vera didn't check out any houses anymore.

In fact, Minerva could totally seek Quill's help if she was willing to do so.

But to her, Quill had done enough for her. She was willing to accept it before as Quill wanted to make it up to her. If she turned him down, Quill would be more guilty about it. It was better for him to compensate her than to feel uneasy all the time.

On the other hand, she was not the kind of person who accepted the help of others without guilt. She feared that she would become a good-for-nothing if it continued in this way.

Therefore, even if Minerva had the entire Hanover family as her support, she still worked hard throughout the years.

She did not like to be labeled a Hanover in order to seek job opportunities. She relied on her own instead. For instance, she would not seek Quill's help in relation to this matter. She solely wanted to make money and buy a house on her own.

If she really couldn't do so, it was feasible for her to obtain a bank loan to pay off the down payment first.

In the afternoon, Minerva had made amendments on the drawings which she had completed the day before. She then sent a message to Janice, telling her to come over and take a look at them when she had the time.

Janice quickly agreed and said that she would personally come to the company when she was available.

Shortly after Minerva received her reply, Vera pushed the office door open and walked in.

"Minerva, I have good news for you."

"What?" Minerva looked up at her.

"Helen's dress had been tailored and sent to our company. I have placed it in the exhibition hall on the sixth floor."

When she heard this, the frown on Minerva's face relaxed. Finally, there was something to be delighted about.

She curled her lips, "I'll go up and have a look. Inform Helen." "No problem." Minerva went out of the office alone and headed to the sixth floor to see the design. Halfway through, she suddenly thought of something and went to the staff office instead.

When Minerva appeared at the staff office, everyone fell silent for a moment. After a while, they came to their senses, and someone said in a hushed voice.