Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 422: Watching the Sea at Night

"Thank you, Grandma, for thinking of . In the brand’s initial stage, everything requires hands-on involvent. Though tedious, it’s manageable internally. Having your care makes my heart feel all warm."

Nora Northwood coaxed the old lady into laughter with just a few words.

The two continued to chat on the phone, mostly about taking care of themselves and visiting ho often.

Nora promised that once this busy period was over, she’d co back for a short stay.

Inspecting factories, selecting quality clients, developing new products, preparing the ribbon-cutting ceremony... Just these tasks alone have consud all her ti.

A week before the ribbon-cutting ceremony, Nora gave the entire staff a day off, and it was paid leave.

Once everyone left, the building returned to silence.

Nora went to the fourth-floor office area, planning to use it to establish the e-comrce and sales departnts. The organizational structure of the company needed to be ford quickly.

So, she stayed up all night editing the recruitnt requirents, ready to have Yvonne Winslow post them on various recruitnt platforms the next day.

The administrative departnt’s work remained primarily Yvonne’s responsibility, all technical matters were entrusted to gan Underwood, and the brand departnt was directly managed by Lily Sloan, whose gentle nature made her well-suited for client interaction.

As for Annie’s work arrangent, she hadn’t figured it out yet.

The miscellaneous tasks piled on Nora’s shoulders, and by the ti she pulled away from work mode, it was already 10 PM.

She glanced at her phone; there were no new ssages.

The Stanton City night was vibrant and extravagant, the most bustling district where people enjoyed high-class nightlife.

A group of trendy-dressed n and won walked past Nora, and she could hear them discussing which beach was better for a vacation.

Suddenly, she also wanted to go to the beach to feel the breeze.

As she thought, she acted, quickly hailing a taxi on the street.

"Where to?" The driver was a middle-aged man, speaking with a local accent that sounded particularly friendly.

"Coronian Bay."

Nora randomly nad a beach.

The car sped along, and the scenery outside the window reflected on her delicate face through the window.

The taxi drove out of the bustling city center, with high-rise buildings visibly diminishing.

A quarter of an hour later, they entered the Coronian Bay area.

The driver asked again, "Where should I stop? Are you eating or watching the sea?"

"Watching the sea."

Nora’s answer was still just two words; her throat was dry, and she didn’t want to say much.

Finally, the driver stopped the car at a place perfect for viewing the night scene.

Out of courtesy, Nora habitually left a "thank you" before getting off the car.

The temperature by the sea was a bit cooler. As she got off the car, goosebumps rose on her arms, but after a while in the breeze, her body adjusted to the new temperature.

Wearing high heels, she walked a few hundred ters forward, stopping at the beach’s edge.

Looking at the gravel beneath her feet, she hesitated for a mont, then took off her high-heeled sandals, holding them in her hand.

Her slender waist swayed, and her long, loose hair danced in the evening wind. At this mont, Nora was like a fairy fallen to the mortal world, her body swaying yet incredibly light.

Before long, she saw the safety railing.

For safety’s sake, she didn’t move closer but rather found a stone.

Sitting down, she felt a bit uncomfortable.

The nightti wind, accompanied by the salt of the sea, drifted into her nostrils, making her sneeze repeatedly.