Chapter 302

Oliver reported, "Ms. Simpson, I just got here to keep an eye on him. His car came back from outside, and Xavier ordered takeout for him. Looks like he’s staying at the office. He hasn’t returned to the villa lately. He’s been living at the company the whole time. He didn’t secure the land in the western suburb. Now it seems he’s scouting for another suitable location. I heard some rumors. He might be planning to build a hospital."

Jennifer, puzzled by Easton’s actions, furrowed her brow. "Build a hospital? Doesn’t he already own one? Why does he want to build another one?"

Hospitals were lucrative, that much she knew, but Easton’s motivations were always hard to fathom. She didn’t know why he did it.

"Ms. Simpson, I’ll look into all of this. As for tomorrow, everything’s set. Murray’s finished. That guy’s been smug for way too long. Let’s see if he can still laugh after tomorrow," Oliver declared, his tone dripping with disdain.

Oliver’s focus was entirely on the events planned for tomorrow. He couldn’t stand spoiled brats like Murray, rich second-generation heirs who strutted around as if the world owed them something.

Tomorrow, Oliver would sit back and watch Murray’s humiliation unfold on screen.

Jennifer offered an elegant smile, her gaze sparkling as she looked out the window. "If Natalie hadn’t ruined my plans back then, we wouldn’t have ended up in this mess. It’s all because of Natalie that we had to delay our plans until now. With the raw materials failing inspection, their project is doomed. The previous construction issues mean they’ll have to demolish the buildings and start from scratch. Construction costs will double, and they’ll face legal consequences. Even if we split the blame 50-50, the Spencer family will bear the brunt of it."

If one door closed, another opened.

If Murray couldn’t be of use to her, she would simply destroy him. Working with Everett would still allow her to rake in profits.

Jennifer chatted with Oliver for a while longer before ending the call.

Later, Jennifer went to check on her father. Tonight, Wendy wouldn’t be coming over either. Her troubles at the company had completely tripped her up.

By tomorrow morning, Jennifer would have the money to repay her, and the acquisition could proceed swiftly.

She knocked and entered the room, finding Nick awake.

"Dad, you’re up?" Jennifer greeted as she stepped in.

Nick shut his eyes, clearly in discomfort. His head was pounding, his body weak. He had spent all his energy scheming against Wendy lately.

"Yeah. Jennifer, has the doctor been by? What did they say?" he asked.

Jennifer’s frustration flared as she strode over, towering over her father. "Dad, the doctor said you have the three highs. You’re not supposed to eat high-fat, high-salt, or high-sugar foods. And no alcohol. Did you drink when you wept to see my mom? She probably cooked a whole table of high-fat dishes to make you happy, didn’t she?"

Nick frowned but managed a faint smile. "Jennifer, I’ve let your mom down all these years. Every time I visit, she goes to great lengths to cheer me up. If I don’t eat the food she makes, wouldn’t that hurt her feelings?"

"And now you’re lying here because of it. People with the three highs can’t drink, Dad. Your blood sugar spiked, and your blood pressure followed," her tone was cold.

Jennifer looked at him, puzzled. "How could this happen? You were fine last year. How did you end up with the three highs this year?"

Her father still hadn’t given her mother the happy life she deserved. He couldn’t afford to collapse now.

Nick sighed. He didn’t know what was going on with him either. This year felt like it was going downhill, and his health kept having issues.

Suddenly, his expression hardened. "Jennifer, your mother betrayed me."

Jennifer froze for a moment, recalling what she’d recently discovered about Colin.

Her mother truly had some nerve to catch Colin’s nephew’s attention. When she called her mom to confront her, she learned that their relationship had been going on for quite some time.

Jennifer forced an awkward smile. "Dad, don’t overthink it. Mom met with him to help you with business negotiations. His wife saw them and mistook Mom for a mistress. She even attacked Mom. She’s still in the hospital because of it."

Nick, being a man, could easily tell the truth from lies.

In the end, it was he who had wronged Camellia.

But...

"Forget it. You should rest. I’ll be fine after I take a nap. I’ll pay more attention to my diet in the future," Nick said.

It wasn’t just the three highs that were the problem. He was even impotent now.

Jennifer couldn’t be bothered to say anything more.

If he died sooner, Jennifer would have fewer burdens.

Everything that belonged to Wendy would soon be Jennifer’s, and Nick had already lost his value as a pawn.

After leaving him, Jennifer went to rest.

The next morning, Murray arrived at the company for work. Just as he reached the entrance, he was blocked by reporters and officials from the disciplinary committee.

Murray’s assistant and bodyguards immediately formed a protective barrier around him.

An official from the disciplinary committee stepped forward and said, "Mr. Spencer, we’ve received a report that the construction materials used for your company’s real estate projects don’t meet the required standards. Representatives from the construction, safety and quality supervision departments are already on-site for an inspection. Please cooperate with our investigation."

Murray looked around at the large group of reporters. The matter had not even been clarified yet, and they had already made it public. Now the entire internet was buzzing about the Spencer family’s development using substandard construction materials.

It was clear that Jennifer had made the report. The Maxwell family was busy preparing for Davian’s release from prison and they didn’t have time for this.

It was Jennifer, and she was cunning. No evidence had been left behind. Still, it wasn’t as if nothing could be found.

Murray looked at the crowd and smiled. "Since all your departments are here, let’s go to the site now. I want you to fully expose the inspection process. Don’t damage the Spencer family’s reputation."

As soon as Murray finished speaking, a reporter thrust a microphone into his face. "Mr. Spencer, by using non-compliant construction materials, you risk future problems with the property. If there are issues with the buildings once they’re handed over, can you really face the buyers who trusted the Spencer family? They worked their whole lives to afford a home, their only home. If there’s a problem with it, it would be devastating for them…"

Murray calmly cut in. "I know you’re concerned about the consumers. Since you’re so worried about them, why only listen to one side of the story? Why not wait for the inspection results from the quality control department? Everything is still uncertain. You’re blowing the situation out of proportion and causing unnecessary panic among the buyers. As a journalist, you haven’t even verified the facts, yet you’re spreading exaggerated reports. As a journalist, the truthfulness of the news is the foundation of your work. You must report the facts objectively, accurately, minimizing or distorting, and fairly, not exaggerating. You haven’t even visited my construction site, yet you’re already claiming there’s an issue with my materials." Murray interrupted the reporter, his deep, soothing voice firm and authoritative.

Standing in the cold wind, dressed in a black coat, his handsome face carried a subtle smile. Despite his mature attire, his smile still held a youthful charm.

The reporter was left speechless, stunned by his response.

Murray was known as a spoiled rich kid, arrogant and reckless. How could he answer with such composure and logic? he wondered.