Beyond the Divorce

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!"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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

Finn nodded, "Yes, I know her. There's no way she's mentally ill."

His tone was very sure, which boosted my confidence.

"Why are you so sure?" I asked Finn.

"Because saw her just two days before the incident. Everything about her was normal. I don't think it's possible she became mentally unwell in just two days, right?" Finn said uneasily.

The police officer said, "It was a little suspicious. Everyone who saw Beatrice at her mother's funeral said her emotions and everything else were normal. Her boyfriend was her every step of the way and took care of things for her. But two days later, she injured someone with a knife. It was a chaotic scene."

"Who was injured?" I asked in confusion.

"Her younger sister, Hazel Marrow. Oh... she's Hazelyn Chandler now." the police officer said. "Apparently, Bryon Chandler reported it to the police and got Beatrice arrested." "Bryon Chandler?"

I found that hard to believe.

"Yes, Bryon reported it to the police, claiming that Beatrice had mental health issues since childhood. He said she would sometimes be better, but sometimes she would get worse."

"Nonsense!" Finn and I exclaimed simultaneously.

It seemed Finn had some insights into the matter involving Beatrice.

Mr. Cameron, who had been silent all this time, said, "I don't have a good impression of Bryon. I've known him since his early years."

"It looks like you knew him, Mr. Cameron?" I asked tentatively.

"I am familiar with him, but I don't want to be associated with him in any way. He's a despicable man. I only knew him because of the former director of the cable factory, Eric Rogers." "The one who died in a car accident?" I asked.

"That's right. I was good friends with

Eric. At that time, Byron was

completely obedient to Eric and followed att his orders. But after the factory director died in a car accident, he took advantage of the situation, exploiting the widow and the orphan. Finn knows the son of that family; they were classmates when they were children."

Finn nodded and looked at the police officer, saying, "I don't know if I should talk about this."