Chapter 209

Bianca Rose came to a panting halt, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. Too exhausted to continue, she shoved her suitcase toward Vincent Cruz.

"Mayor Cruz, I appreciate your help."

Vincent's sun-darkened face broke into a guileless smile. "No trouble at all."

The winding mountain path stretched endlessly. Half an hour later, they finally arrived at their destination. Quincy Howard and Bianca were drenched in sweat, their makeup smudged beyond recognition. Yet Evelyn Sullivan remained composed, her breathing steady as if she'd just taken a leisurely stroll.

Vincent set down the luggage and gestured toward a modest adobe house. "Miss Sullivan, this is the accommodation arranged for you. I apologize for the humble conditions."

Evelyn surveyed the surroundings with a nod. "It's more than adequate. What about meals?"

"You'll dine at my place. Rest today—I'll bring lunch shortly. Tomorrow, I'll show you the textile factory."

"Thank you."

The moment Vincent left, Bianca's demeanor shifted. She glared at the peeling walls, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

"Evelyn, is this place even habitable?"

Evelyn continued unpacking without turning. "Three bedrooms. One for each of us."

"That's not the point!" Bianca's voice rose sharply. "There isn't even a proper bathroom! I'm booking a hotel!"

"We're here to work."

"Then I quit!"

Evelyn finally turned, her gaze as calm as still waters. "Suit yourself."

Bianca stomped her foot in frustration but didn't dare leave. Lost in this wilderness, she wouldn't even find her way back.

Quincy quickly intervened. "Bianca, let's endure it for now. If you really want to resign, do it after we return to the city."

"Hmph! The first thing I'll do back in town is hand in my resignation!" Bianca hissed through clenched teeth before dragging her luggage into a room.

In the living area, Evelyn had already made her bed. She didn't glance up as the other two entered.

Quincy forced a laugh. "Evelyn, Bianca knows she was wrong—"

"It's just work," Evelyn cut in. "People come and go as they please."

Bianca's eyes reddened before she spun around and slammed her door shut.

At lunchtime, Vincent arrived with a food container. "Country fare is simple. I hope you don't mind."

The table held braised chicken, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, greens, and meatball soup. Bianca curled her lip in disdain.

Evelyn picked up her chopsticks. "It's generous. Vegetables from your own garden, I assume?"

Her gaze flicked to Bianca, who was meticulously wiping her bowl and utensils with a tissue.