Chapter 3The Truth I Found at Fifty-Five

Chris. After the factory went bankrupt, he went into business for himself. First, he did clothing, then later, when he got bigger, he started supermarkets. By the time I died, he was already a well-known entrepreneur.

I always felt Chris wasn’t like other businessmen, solely focused on profit.

In my previous life, after Frank was arrested, the police notified me to come to the station to understand the situation. While I was waiting outside Officer Miller’s door, I heard someone inside his office.

“Can you please not tell her these things?”

“Mr. Chen, I’m sorry, she has the right to know, and it’s my duty.”

I was pacing outside when Chris walked out of Officer Miller’s office. I recognized him instantly.

“Chris?”

“Jenna.”

Looking at Chris in his well-tailored suit, I could hardly believe it. The once quiet, serious young worker had become the chairman of a publicly listed group.

And there I was, disheveled and stressed, dealing with Frank transferring my house to that old mistress.

Chris waited until I finished talking with Officer Miller.

Sitting in Chris’s car, although I didn’t want to tell him about my miserable situation, he probably already knew about Frank’s affairs.

“Jenna, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Although Chris and I had worked in the same factory, we hadn’t had much interaction. How could I possibly trouble him?

“Chris, it’s nothing major, I can handle it. Even though Frank’s in jail, I can still get by.”

Chris seemed to want to say more, but I hurriedly got out of the car.

Thinking back now, Chris was the only person willing to help me after my family’s crisis.

A person like that must be a warm person.

With that thought, I bought a box of pastries from a roadside stall and walked into the workshop, holding the warm box.

Chris had just started his shift.

“Chris, I brought you some pastries.”

Chris had one glove on, the other halfway on; both hands just froze in mid-air.

“Jenna, you brought me pastries?”

“Yeah, for… for… never mind why. I just bought too many and can’t finish them. Thought you could help me out.”

Chris’s eyes instantly dimmed.

At that moment, I heard the whispers of the workers arriving for their shifts.

“What’s up with Miss Jenna? She’s not chasing Frank anymore, switched to Chris?”

“Nah, look at how hard she was chasing Frank. She’s probably just playing hard to get.”

Just then, Frank also walked in from outside. He saw the pastries in Chris’s hand and walked past as if nothing was wrong.

The work bell rang. I smiled at Chris. “I owe you this. Eat them while they’re hot.”

I had just gotten to the office when Tiffany came in.

“Jenna, Jenna, did you know? The factory is selecting an announcer. You should put my name in!”

“The workshop is too tiring. I can’t stay in the workshop long-term. Take this chance and talk to the plant manager for me.”

Heaven-sent! Being an announcer, just moving your mouth all day.

I hadn’t even thought of it until she mentioned it. Her saying it was practically a reminder. You want to be an announcer? In your next life.

Though I thought this inwardly, I said sweetly, “No problem, leave it to me.”

Watching Tiffany sashay away, I laughed so hard I snorted like a pig.

The announcer list, hehe. I put her name on the list for Textile Workshop Two.

Textile Workshop Two, the most exhausting workshop in the entire factory. That old mistress, I’ll work you to the bone.