The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1330

"I cannot afford to screw up a government-sanctioned deal!"

"Besides, Vertex International is backing this. You've got a death wish if you think you can scam them!"

Randall was profusely apologizing on the other end of the line, making excuses about how brutal the market had been lately.

He tried to argue that Vertex International was based all the way out in Cabinda, not locally.

"Patton, you know how it is. I'm just trying to scrape together whatever cash I can for my kid's future."

"I didn't swap out everything. It's only half the shipment."

"It'll still hold up fine."

"The plumbing pipes I sent meet the minimum code. I guarantee they won't burst for at least three to five years!"

The more Randall talked, the more convinced he became of his own innocence.

The man yelling into the phone was Patton.

He had sub-contracted part of the job to Randall strictly because he and his wife were Rose's godparents.

That connection had bound their two families closely together over the years.

Over the years, Patton had pulled countless strings for Randall's business.

In the beginning, he and his wife truly adored Rose.

They only had sons, and his wife had always wanted a girl. When Rose was little, she was incredibly bright and painfully sweet.

She had easily wrapped the older couple around her little finger.

They treated her like their own flesh and blood and consistently funneled money into Randall's pocket.

But the man's greed had spiraled out of control lately.

If Rose hadn't shown up at his doorstep sobbing for help, Patton never would have handed over such a lucrative piece of the Westside contract.

And now look at the mess he was in! If the structural integrity failed, Vertex International wouldn't go after Randall—they would come directly for his head!

Patton was so stressed he felt physically ill.

"Randall, this is completely out of line. If you don't swap those materials out for the premium batch, I'm pulling your contract and giving it to someone else."

Panic flared in Randall's voice. "Patton, you can't do that to me!"

Oh, God!

How many massive contracts had he fed to Randall over the years?

If the man had been cutting corners and supplying garbage this entire time, Patton's professional reputation was built on a foundation of lies!

No wonder so many of his long-term clients had mysteriously stopped doing business with him over the last few years.

It had been this parasitic family friend sabotaging his company from the inside out all along!

Patton's expression darkened into sheer, unadulterated fury.

Realizing he had completely backed himself into a corner, Randall scrambled to do damage control. "Patton, just calm down. Let's sit down and figure out a solution together."

"The corporate suits are miles away. I swear on my life, no layman is going to spot the difference in those materials."

"Let me treat you to dinner tomorrow. We'll meet at The Summit View and hash it out!"

The Summit View was another highly prominent restaurant in the city. Compared to the hyper-exclusive atmosphere of Hearth & Kettle, it catered to a much broader demographic.

For someone trying to save a buck while still putting on a lavish display of wealth, it was the ultimate go-to spot.