The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 399 Problems Arise

“How’s the investigation going?” Abigail inquired as they stood outside the restaurant.

As soon as they got down to business, Ronaldo’s expression turned serious.

“It’s proving to be quite difficult. The simplest approach, in my opinion, would be to conduct a DNA test. Hair from one of the Pearsons is easy to obtain, but not so for Kelly,” Ronaldo said in a low voice.

Abigail understood. He hadn’t found any leads.

That was more than understandable. If it were that easy to find a lead, the Pearson Family wouldn’t be as formidable as they were.

“We can’t conduct the DNA test ourselves, considering we’re outsiders,” Abigail said in a solemn

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If they couldn’t find information about Kelly’s identity, it also meant she couldn’t afford to confront Scarlett.

Scarlett and Kelly were practically working in tandem, forming an impenetrable fortress.

“I’ll continue to look into it. Don’t worry,” Ronaldo added, fearing she’d be too disappointed.

“Alright, just make sure to stay safe.”

Vincent’s family was ruthless. If they found out Ronaldo was investigating Kelly’s identity behind their backs, they would surely target him.

Ronaldo smiled nonchalantly. “Don’t worry. I’m not one to be trifled with. Besides, I’m counting on you to help me strike gold.”

“Got it. Work hard!” Abigail encouraged.

L.Moon’s current returns for Ronaldo were too meager. So, she understood his impatience.

Abigail returned home to prepare for her designs after seeing Ronaldo off at the airport.

At that moment, Luna called with some terrible news.

“Bad news. The batch of fabric that the client sent has been involved in a car accident, and all the fabric was burned.” Luna’s voice sounded urgent.

“Which batch?” Abigail asked.

“The one from the Dolandian brand LUS, which was shipped at the end of December,” Luna said,

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a hint of frustration creeping into her tone. “No wonder they gave us time to seek investment. Turns out, they were also investigating our background. LUS is known for being strict and tight- fisted. The fabric took a month to arrive by sea, and now…”

With the fabric being destroyed, the project timeline would be delayed. Furthermore, since they purchased the burned fabric with the client’s money, this meant they had no way to explain this to the client.

“LUS definitely won’t take responsibility. It’s up to us to resolve this issue. The problem now is that this batch of fabric is very expensive. If we take responsibility, it’ll cost us over 15 thousand just for the fabric,” Luna continued, sharing the details with Abigail.

“Contact the client and tell them we’ll buy fabric through air freight. Otherwise, if the delivery date is delayed, we won’t make a penny by the end of the year.” Abigail made a quick decision.

Luna nodded. They would have to tough it out, even if they couldn’t make a profit.

Accidents like car crashes were inevitable for them.

The only good thing here was that the other party wouldn’t take such risks repeatedly. Once they were discovered, they’d face a wrongful death lawsuit. Could they really escape?

That night, Abigail pondered over numerous solutions. They couldn’t just sit there and take the

hits.

Yet, could they really prove if the car accident was deliberate? Who was targeting L.Moon? Abigail didn’t know. She was finding it impossible to fight back against an invisible enemy.

Early the following morning, Abigail and Luna entered the office.

“How did it go with contacting the client last night? Abigail asked right away.

*LUS representatives have always had a bad temper. Of course, they were angry. Still, they backed down after hearing that we would be buying the fabric ourselves. The problem we’re facing is that this is a quantity-controlled product. So, it’ll take another month for them to produce more. Waiting a month will definitely cause delays.” Luna fretted, her lips even starting to blister from anxiety.

Abigail looked at her. “Move all the orders for this brand to the front. It shouldn’t affect the timeline as long as we work overtime to make up for it.”

“I’ve considered that, but the problem is we’re working on fabrics from several other brands, too. Originally, once the fabric arrived yesterday, we could have started on the samples right away. It would have taken less than a week to get back on track. But now, the workers will have nothing to do for at least a week before the fabric’s ready,” Luna explained before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Talk to the workers. Let them know that after a week’s rest, they might have to start working overtime. The more they work, the more they earn. There will be additional overtime pay.”

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Abigail suggested.

“Alright,” Luna immediately agreed.

This was their only option for now.

The two of them took a short break once they resolved their current problem.

“If accidents like this keep cropping up, won’t all the funding we’ve raised be spent plugging holes?” Luna asked Abigail.

Abigail looked at her. “It’s not that simple. This was just an appetizer. The main dish hasn’t arrived

yet.”

Luna, upon hearing this, was filled with remorse. “I shouldn’t have complained so soon.”

“I didn’t mean to blame you. I just wanted to give you a heads-up.” Abigail said with a playful

smile.

Even though Abigail had warned Luna, she still didn’t fully grasp the severity until a week later.

The production line came to a halt, and there was gossip among the workers.

Suddenly, a new set of challenges emerged.

The plastic logo on the clothing hang tags couldn’t be produced anymore.

It was an easily overlooked detail. Yet, it had become a major obstacle to the delivery of all clothing.

No factory collaborating with L.Moon dared to supply the plastic for such a minor detail.

Luna made call after call, either facing rejection or being strung along without a definitive answer.

“This is bad. I didn’t know that such a small piece of plastic would turn into our biggest headache,” Luna paced back and forth in the office, her hands on her hips.

Abigail hadn’t anticipated this oversight either.