hapter 92 You Blocked My Way
Whitney felt as though she was wrapped in an invisible shackle, trapped in a muddy swamp.
No matter how hard she tried to climb out, she couldn’t escape. Her chest felt weighed down, as if it were
filled with stones.
She took a deep breath and lifted her head.
Up ahead, two workers were carrying a heavy piece of tempered glass.
Nearby, the sound of a crane echoed through the air. Following the sound, Whitney noticed an open clearing behind the trees where larger cabins were under construction.
She walked forward while watching. Just as she was passing one of the workers, he stumbled over something and lost his balance.
The heavy tempered glass suddenly tilted and it came crashing toward her.
“Watch out!” A sharp, urgent voice sounded from behind.
Whitney turned around. Before she could see clearly, she was yanked aside by a rushing figure.
A loud crash echoed as the tempered glass smashed into the group where she had been standing moments before, creating a deep dent in the hard, packed earth.
The area near the foot of the mountain seemed undeveloped, and the ground hadn’t been paved with flagstones yet. Otherwise, the tempered glass would likely have shattered into pieces.
“You were walking so absentmindedly,” came Noel’s slightly irritated voice from above her. The still- shaken Whitney finally came back to her senses.
Whitney looked up with her pale face and imagined what would happen if the glass had hit her.
Seeing her startled expression, Noel pressed his lips together and said no more.
“I just saw the construction over there and… Whitney trailed off, suddenly realizing she was still held in -his arms. She quickly pulled away.
Recalling the danger just now and how he had appeared in time, Whitney asked, “Were you following me?”
From the tactical arena to here, one had to pass through a small wooded area.
If he hadn’t been following her, how would he have shown up just in time?
Noel’s hands suddenly felt empty. He discreetly touched his fingertips before putting his hands into his pockets.
“You blocked my way.”
Whitney was speechless,
The workers were also frightened, having almost injured someone. Seeing that they were both fine, they
hurried over to apologize.
Understanding that they were just
did remind them to be more cautious.
and that no one was hurt, Whitney didn’t blame them, but she
Sorry about that. The mountain road’s too rough for vehicles, so we had to carry everything up ourselves. I must have slipped on a stone,” one of the workers explained.
Whitney gestures toward the new construction. “What’s being built over there? Is it part of the manor’s project?”
“Yes. They are adding stargazing rooms and tree houses,” he replied before hurrying off to deliver the glass and moving forward.
As someone with an architectural background, Whitney was always interested in various buildings. Since she has nothing else to do, she decided to take a closer look. With that in mind, she changed direction.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to see Noel following at a leisurely pace.
“This time, I’m not in your way.
Noel remained expressionless as he walked past her. “It’s a project by the Howard Group. I’m just here to take a look.”
The Howard Group?
Whitney didn’t mind whether he was following her or not. She caught up and asked, “Do you mean the Howard Group is in charge of the entire manor project?”
But the Howard Group typically handled large–scale projects worth billions of dollars. The manor didn’t look like it could be more than a few millions dollars.
Noel glanced at her, seeming to read her thoughts. “What you’re seeing now is only the first phase. The
at her, seeming to read her thoughts. “What Quinn family has secured the development rights for this entire valley, spanning over 1700 acres.”
That explained it.
As they spoke, they reached the construction site.
About 20 yards ahead, various scaffolds were set up everywhere, and workers wearing safety helmets were–busy working in an orderly manner.
were
The wooden cabins were beginning to take shape, and further back, small tree houses being constructed on the thick branches of large trege
“Ms. Spencer?” A voice called her name.
Whitney turned to see a designer from the Architecture Department, Harris Grant, whom she recognized from delivering documents in the past.
“Harris,” Whitney greeted politely.
Seeing the distinguished man standing next to her, Harris smiled and asked, “Is he a friend of yours?”
Chapter 92 You Blocked My Way
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Whitney didn’t feel the need to explain in detail. She guessed that Noel wouldn’t want his identity to be disclosed either, so she simply nodded.
They exchanged a few words before some approaches with blueprints in hand.
“Harris, it still doesn’t work. This layout makes the wiring impossible, and it’s wasting materials, the person said, unrolling the blueprints for Harris to examine and Harris frowned.
Standing close by, Whitney glanced at the drawings.
“The deadline is in five days. If we can’t finish, we’ll breach the contract,” Harris muttered in frustration.
They had been struggling with this issue for days, trying every possible solution without success.
“Mind if I take a look?” Whitney hesitated but spoke up.
Harris looked surprised. “Ms. Spencer, you know how to read blueprints?”
Whitney smiled. “I majored in architectural design in university.
Harris handed her the blueprints immediately as she spoke Whitney examined them carefully before pointing to the upper right corner and said, “This part of the design isn’t very practical. If you adjust it like this, it might solve the problem.”
“Whitney explained her idea in detail. Harris and his colleague looked at each other, their eyes lighting up as they realized she was right. “Of course! With this adjustment, everything lines up!”
Harris was immensely grateful and went off to modify the blueprints, and submit the update for approval. “Whitney Spencer! How dare you mess with my design?” a shrill voice interrupted.
