Landon showed up for work, but Alexander was a no-show.


    Alexander was there to check out the factory equipment. With the ind development in full swing, they needed a ton of supplies, and getting them there was a real headache. So, they had to figure out how to move everything to the ind. Out of nowhere, Alexander asked Landon, "Why don''t you give the sewing machine a shot?" Landon shrugged. "Nah, this is easier."


    Alexander shot him a sideways nce, then noticed a supervisor walking over and asked if Landon was there for a job. Landon nodded, looking all serious.


    The supervisor, a woman in her thirties, gave him the once-over a few times. He didn''t really look like someone hunting for a job. Maybe he was some bigwig checking out the factory undercover? Seemed possible, so the supervisor smiled and led him inside, asking what he wanted to do.


    Landon said, "Something easy."


    "Alright, you can do this," the supervisor said, taking him to the end of a production line. The job was simple: pick up the itemsing down the line, put them in a box, and take them to quality inspection. "How''s that?" the supervisor asked.


    Landon said, "No problem."


    The supervisor couldn''t help but give him another look. As soon as he walked in, a bunch of people in the workshop started eyeing him, trying to figure out who he was.


    When he started working, they finally got it-the good-looking guy was actually there to work.


    Right away, a lot of the female employees, especially the single ones, started eyeing Landon like he was fresh meat, ready to pounce.


    A guy like him was top-tier in the factory.


    Alexander hung around the door for a bit. Seeing Landon actually working, he smirked and left the workshop.


    Some folks noticed Alexander too and were a bit bummed to see him go.


    They thought both Alexander and Landon were there to work.


    When Alexander came out, it was already an hourter. Quinn was dozing off in the car, just about to fall asleep when Abigail woke her up. "Alexander''s out," Abigail said.


    Quinn''s eyes snapped open, and she saw Alexandering out. She immediately perked up and stared at him.


    "Why didn''t Landone out?" Abigail asked.


    "Go ask him," Quinn replied, hopping out of the car and running towards Alexander.


    Alexander wasn''t too surprised to see them tailing him. He calmly asked, "What are you doing here?"


    "I came to see if you were really gonna work at the factory. Where''s Landon? Why didn''t hee out with you?" Quinn asked.


    "He''s working inside," Alexander replied.


    Abigail was stunned, just standing there in disbelief. "Really?"


    Alexander pulled out his phone and showed her a video of Landon working. He was at the end of the production line, casually picking upponents from the conveyor belt and cing them neatly in a box. To be fair, he was doing it pretty seriously.


    Abigail''s mouth twitched. "I always thought Landon was joking with me, but he actually did it."


    She feltpletely thrown off. What on earth was Landon thinking?


    Quinn then asked Alexander, "What about you? Why didn''t you go to work?"


    Alexander said seriously, "They said I was too slow, not as fast as Landon, so I didn''t get the job."


    Abigail felt a bit better and said, "Should I be happy that he''s faster than you at work?"


    Quinn said, "Shouldn''t we feel sorry for Alexander that no one in the factory wants him?"


    Abigail waved her hand, turning back to the car. "I''m tired. Let''s just call it a day."


    Quinn wanted tofort her but didn''t know where to start. She sighed and said to Alexander, "Let''s go." Alexander shook his head. "You go back first. I''m gonna try another factory. I don''t believe I can''t get a job." Quinn opened her mouth, wanting to make a joke, but didn''t know what to say.


    After a while, she could only sigh. "Alright, good luck."


    Alexander nodded. "I''ll do my best."


    Quinn forced a smile. What should have been encouraging felt more like frustration to her. Exhausted, she got back into the car.


    She and Abigail sat in the car, feeling a sense of hopelessness as they watched Alexander get into another car and drive away.


    "Are these two out of their minds?" Abigail asked.


    Quinn sighed. "I don''t know."


    Abigail said, "I suddenly miss Walter. Without Walter causing them trouble, they seem to have lost their minds."


    At the mention of Walter, Quinn''s expression became momentarily dazed.


    Abigail noticed her change in mood and quickly changed the subject. "But it''s also good. At least working in the factory can be good exercise. Let them do what they want. Let''s go have a big meal. Didn''t you say you have a membership at that beauty salon? We can go after dinner."


    Quinn responded with a nod.


    Abigail took her to a restaurant, and they ordered a ton of food. Abigail suddenly remembered something. "Oh, I should have brought those two kids along."


    "Let me call Briar to bring them over now," Quinn suggested.


    Since the food hadn''t arrived yet, they could still make it in time.


    Briar got the call and soon brought the two kids to the restaurant. Sprout was super happy to see Quinn and immediately started waving his arms and legs, wanting to climb onto her.


    Quinn picked him up and ced him next to her, then handed him a spoon. He now preferred to eat by himself, except for the times when he acted spoiled and wanted Quinn to feed him. Sprout fiddled with the spoon in his bowl, and Abigail couldn''t help but remark, "Sprout is growing so fast. He can eat by himself now."


    He used to be unsteady on his feet, and now he could stand on the couch and eat by himself.


    Quinn also sighed. "Kids grow up so fast. It feels like they grow up in the blink of an eye."


    Abigail nodded in agreement. "Exactly, it feels like he was just born yesterday."


    Quinn patted Sprout''s head. "Alright, let''s eat."


    It was their first time at the beauty salon, and they were clueless. Maybe because they looked inexperienced, the staff suggested a ton of treatments.


    They exaggerated, saying their skin was bad, they had wrinkles, and they needed hydration and anti-aging treatments. They pitched all sorts of packages and products.


    Quinn thought she had plenty of money on her membership card, so she went ahead and bought them.


    To her shock, when it was time to pay, a million dors was gone.


    Abigail was stunned. After they left, she said to Quinn, "Seriously, just washing your face, getting a massage, and using some machines costs a million dors? Is this business really that profitable?" Quinn shook her head. "I don''t know, maybe they''re professionals."


    Abigail rubbed her chin. "No way, I feel like this is a super profitable industry. When we get back tonight, I''ll discuss it with Landon. If it really makes money, why don''t we start one too?" "Sure," Quinn agreed.


    Thinking about how many people they had to support on the ind and the construction costs, Quinn was definitely up for it if it could make money.


    Alexander managed all thepany affairs, and as the boss, she was just a figurehead. It was time for her to contribute.


    When she returned with Sprout and Brandy, she found that Alexander had alreadye back and was on the phone on the couch.


    Seeing them return, he said a couple of words into the phone and then hung up.


    "You''re back?" Alexander asked.


    Quinn sat down next to him. "Did you find a job?"novelbin


    Alexander sighed dramatically. "Nope, seems like no one wants me working in a factory. Guess I''m useless."


    Quinn, knowing he was joking, rolled her eyes. "Do you really have topare yourself to factory workers? You handle all thepany stuff every day. If you let those factory workers do it, they wouldn''t be able to either." "Why not?" Alexander asked, feigning innocence.


    Quinn was taken aback. Are the requirements for factory work that high now?


    Alexander smirked. "Landon can do it. He''s working on screws now."


    Quinn opened her mouth but couldn''t find aeback. "So, you saw Landon got hired at the factory, and you wanted to get hired too out ofpetitiveness?" "You got it," Alexander admitted.


    Quinn didn''t know whether to be angry orugh. What kind of weirdpetitiveness was this? Competing over factory jobs?


    Would they alsopete to see who worked faster once they both got jobs?


    It was childishly ridiculous.


    Alexander changed the subject. "Where did you go today?"


    Quinn said, "We went to a beauty salon and ended up spending a million dors on a package. Abigail said it''s a super profitable industry, and I''m nning to look into it." "That sounds good, you should give it a try," Alexander encouraged.


    Quinn smiled and leaned closer to him. "So, do you see any changes on my face after I spent half a million dors?"


    Alexander looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her face for a while, and then he said, "It seems like there is a word."


    Quinn touched her cheek. "Huh? What word?"


    "Fool," Alexander teased.


    Quinn was stunned for a couple of seconds, then pushed him away. "How dare you?"


    Alexanderughed, grabbed her hand, pulled her back, and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Alright, no more joking. There is a change. You look beautiful."


    "What do you mean? Wasn''t I beautiful before?" Quinn asked.


    "You were always beautiful, and now you''re even more stunning. It''s like you''re aging in reverse. When others are in their seventies and eighties, you''ll still look like you''re eighteen," Alexander said. Quinn was at a loss for words.


    Even though it sounded fake, it was still nice to hear.


    "I didn''t expect you to say something like that," Quinn said.


    "If you like it, I can say more," Alexander offered.


    Quinn shook her head with a smile. "Forget it, save your sweet talk. Go give Sprout a bath first."


    "On it," Alexander said.


    Sprout had been ying with sand in the house since they got back. He was covered in sand and needed a bath before he could go to bed.