The Unwanted Billionaire Descent

033 - Heart Attack

I got a phone call from Mr. Hawthorne, but when I brought it up, he didn't say anything. "Hello, Mr. Hawthorne?"

I waited for a while but couldn't hear anything. There were faint sounds of passing vehicles and car horns. I suspect Mr. Hawthorne was still on his way home. I decided to give my phone to Preston.

"Preston, Mr. Hawthorne called, but he didn't say anything. Please confirm where Mr. Hawthorne is now."

"Yes, sir." Preston took the cell phone I gave him and took care of the rest.

Work in the production room is progressing much faster than before. More than half of the total production estimate has been met. Everyone in the room was working very hard and hadn't even had time to rest at all. The wall clock showed ten o'clock in the evening.

"How many more products need to be completed?" I asked a staff member who had a job doing packing.

"There are still 30 left, once that's done, Mr." The staff answered confidently while looking at the 170 products that were ready.

"Okay," I sa