Chapter 655 It's My Business
On the next day, Jenny drove south to check out the land the Glasses had successfully bid
on. Graham had confirmed nothing was wrong with the land from his investigation. There
was no issue with the legality of the project, which was located in a strategic location. The
project would be lucrative once the land was developed into a business district.
Last night, she looked into the details of that parcel of land and found nothing wrong with
it, but she still felt bothered. Why would the Glasses share such a great project with them?
With that question in mind, she arrived at the construction site to see for herself. Only
then she'd feel assured.
Workers were entering the site even when the project hadn't started. It looked like the
Glasses were ready to get things started. She wondered if there was truly nothing fishy
with the project. Did the Glasses genuinely want to cut a deal with her?
She still couldn't place full trust in them. Since security wasn't tight at the site, she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsneaked into the grounds when no one was looking, adamant about finding out what was
going on.
She hid in a corner and observed the group of workers seated together. Some of them
were on their phones, and some were chatting. No one was working.
Why did the Glasses hire the workers without assigning work?
Full of doubts, she wanted to go closer and eavesdrop on their conversations.
Unfortunately, she accidentally knocked against a piece of wood. The huge noise from the
falling wood attracted attention.
"Who's there?" A man, who had been on his phone all the while, stood up and yelled. His
eagle eyes were keenly looking in the direction that Jenny was hiding.
Was she caught red-handed? She wanted to go up to the workers and muddle through
with some made-up excuse.
Before she could take a step forward, someone pulled her into a dark space that was
apparently a storage room. She almost screamed in fear, but she suppressed her emotions
and remained quiet when she sensed that the workers were getting closer to her.
Her heart leaped into her throat when the workers moved closer until they were almost at
the storage room.
"Johnny, what's the matter?" Someone joined the worker.
"We heard some noise. Someone might've sneaked in," Johnny answered.
"Maybe it's all in your head. It's most likely because of the wind. Who's going to break into
this shabby place?" The man came up and tugged at Johnny. "Let's go drinking."
"I'm down." Johnny scanned the surroundings for one last time and saw no one. The sound
from before must have been an illusion.
"I have no idea why Randy asked us to stand guard," he grumbled, puzzled.
"Don't complain. Let's do what he orders."
Their voices trailed off when they left. At that time, Jenny finally turned around to look at
the man behind her. The storage room was built with logs with tiny openings in between,
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through which bits of sunlight streamed in. Squinting under the faint light, she figured out
the identity of the man, which came as a shock to her.
"Alec Faust?" Why would he be here?
He glanced at her without a word. Then, he stood up and left the storage room, ready to
leave the site altogether. Riddled with questions, she hurried after him. When they exited
the site, she quickened her pace to catch up with him. "What are you doing here?"
The Fausts were unrelated to the South City Development Project. Hence, Alec's presence
was suspicious.
He stopped and looked at her. "It's my business."
"If you insist on drawing a line, why did you drag me into the storage room just now? Did
you ask for my permission?" She had wanted to talk to the workers, thinking that they
might provide her with some useful information.
Alec seemed to have read her mind and snickered, "Can't you tell they're not workers?"
Taken by surprise, she carefully examined the details. Indeed, the site workers seemed
very alert and sported bulky figures-they did not look like average workers at all.