Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 1040

I understood Mr. Cameron's intention. He hoped his son could meet me.

Soon, Mr. Cameron's assistant returned and informed us that his son would join us shortly.

Mr. Cameron promptly invited us to his office, and I was once again surprised. His office was very grand. On the other side of the spacious office was the product display area for Jaxford Doors's many doors. As soon as we entered the office, we were greeted by samples of the doors they had produced.

It was practically a history of the development of the door industry. I was awestruck. It was an excellent example of professionalism.

This was something Yorksen couldn't compare to at all.

I silently rejoiced that I had found a like-minded business partner.

I told my colleague, Eleanor, "If only our main materials suppliers could all be this high quality. We must choose to engage with manufacturers like this. We have to reorganise our partners when we get back. Let's examine every one of them. We have to eliminate any that are below par or that might cause problems."

In Mr. Cameron's office, I met his wife and the young heir to Jaxford Doors, Finn Bullock. He was a young man who had just come from the production line. He still smelled of paint, as he had been spray painting with the employees in the paint room.

The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He wasn’t tall, but he was robust, exuding wisdom and stability from his eyes.

Mr. Cameron's wife was the chef who had prepared the local specialities for us earlier.

I couldn't believe my eyes. A company like this naturally left me with no reservations.

In the evening, Mr. Cameron and his son insisted on taking us to supper at a renowned Gerby hotel. Arnold, who had parted ways with us at the train station, also showed up, accompanied by his friend, a police officer.

I came clean and told Mr. Cameron that I was on a mission to look into Chandler’s Dairy.

Mr. Cameron was surprised to hear that and tentatively asked, "Are they related to you, Ms. Chloe?"

I told him that I was very close friends with the eldest daughter of Byron Chandler.

Unexpectedly, Finn, who had been silent all this while, spoke up. "I know who you're talking about. It’s Beatrice Chandler!"

I immediately nodded, "Yes, it's Beatrice. Do you know her, Finn?"