Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 343

Dale was feeling under the weather, so he instructed Bonnie to take Perry Parker and head to the construction site.

Hearing the exhaustion in her mentor's voice, Bonnie quickly asked if he was okay. Dale waved it off as a minor bug and ended the call.

Checking her watch, Bonnie called Perry and told him to meet her there.

She quickly informed the pet spa staff she'd be back later to pick up June and hailed a cab to the site. When she arrived, she realized they were in serious trouble.

It was a complete mess.

Surveyors, city officials, and structural engineers from the East Coast Architectural Institute were all arguing. Surrounding them was a massive crowd of local residents, some armed with megaphones.

The heavy local accents immediately put Bonnie on edge.

Perry was already there, standing awkwardly to the side. As an incoming college junior, he was entirely out of his depth.

Seeing Bonnie, he rushed over, looking panicked. "Bonnie, we have two major problems. One, there's a structural issue. Two, these locals saw the public notice about turning the area into a pedestrian district, and they are furious. They're refusing to let the construction crews in."

The surrounding historic residential buildings would undoubtedly be impacted by the scaffolding and noise, but halting the preservation project wasn't an option.

Bonnie quickly assessed the situation. Dealing with angry locals was a city administration issue, not an architect's job. She bypassed the shouting match and headed straight for the surveyors to review the blueprints.

The archived plans were incomplete. The onsite team had discovered severe rot inside the historical structures; several foundational pillars were completely compromised.

There were also major facade issues that would drastically alter their current design proposals.

It was a nightmare of revisions.

Frowning, Bonnie meticulously compared the blueprints to the decaying structures. She instructed Perry to take as many reference photos as possible. She needed Dale's expert eyes on this.

She simply didn't have the authority or experience to make these calls.

They were so focused—her holding the blueprints, him snapping photos—that they didn't pay attention to the escalating crowd behind them. Before Bonnie even registered the danger, Perry crashed into her.

Bonnie grabbed Perry's arm, shaking her head. Getting into a brawl with the locals would be a PR disaster. They were just minor scrapes anyway.

Fortunately, the sight of a bleeding, injured woman took the wind out of the protesters' sails. They exchanged uneasy glances, muttered about filing official complaints with the city, and slowly dispersed.

Bonnie's ankle was already swelling violently. Perry insisted on practically carrying her to a small, nearby clinic. As the doctor cleaned her scrapes, she suddenly remembered June.

She looked up. "Perry, are you free later?"

Perry awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, assuming she was about to ask him to pull an all-nighter drafting. He wasn't trying to slack off, but he genuinely had plans.

A faint blush crept up his neck. "Bonnie, it's my twenty-first birthday today. I have a dinner date with Yvonne Walker. Is it an emergency?"

"Oh," Bonnie blinked. "No, it's fine. Happy birthday."

She sighed, rubbing her temples, and reluctantly opened her WhatsApp chat with Lawrence.