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Chapter 597
Chapter 597
"The Murrays have strong connections within the business and political world. The family controls Golden Happiness Group and Apex Capital, both of which have more than a hundred billion in liquid assets," Bianca said succinctly.
Upon hearing that, Wanda couldn't help but take a sharp breath. Two companies that each had a hundred billion in liquid assets? How much non-liquid capital did they have?
She wondered if the Murrays' enterprises combined could be considered a business empire. They were the richest of the richest.
She was in disbelief that she had a marriage contract with such a family.
"Bianca... Food's ready!" a voice yelled from another villa nearby.
"Okay. I'm coming!" Bianca yelled in reply.
She then said to Wanda, "I have to go for lunch now. Let's go for a walk together when we collect supplies later.
Wanda snapped out of her daze and nodded unconsciously.
She then asked, "Is Brenton not here?'
Bianca giggled and replied, "He returned to his hometown."
The two went back to their respective homes for lunch.
Wanda was slightly distracted as she ate.
She couldn't accept the idea of a childhood engagement. It was the 21st century. She wondered how childhood engagements were still a thing.
Maisie noticed Wanda was preoccupied and asked gently, "Wanda, do you have something on your mind?"
Wanda shook her head and forced a smile before replying, "It's nothing!"
Maisie didn't press any further.
She smiled and said, "We can collect the supplies this afternoon. I'll take you along to broaden your horizons."
At Maple Hill, Wendell's small truck was stuck in the snow. Kevin and Zack Hensen pushed the back of the truck with all their might.
Even so, the truck did not move a single inch.
Kevin walked over to the driver's side and knocked on the window.
Wendell rolled down the window.
He exhaled and asked, "Can't you push it?"
Panting, Kevin shook his head.
"I think it's stuck in a ditch... and that ditch is frozen over, so the anti-slip chains aren't working."
Wendell immediately felt a headache coming on.
"You clear the snow. Zack, go find some stones..."Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
Dressed in a company issued coat, Wendell opened the door and exited the truck. Carlisle, also wearing a coat, threw on his jacket and followed Wendell out of the truck.
The road was between two mountains. There was a long slope ahead of them. It was completely covered in
snow.
The road formed a valley due to the two mountains. The bitterly cold wind howled like a beast, whipping
snow into their faces. It made Carlisle wince in pain.
He pondered if this was what the weather was like up north. He found it immensely cold.
Carlisle sneezed. He suspected that his piss would freeze if he decided to take a leak.
Kevin cleared the snow with his hands while Zack placed some stones into the ditch.
Carlisle was shivering as he walked over and asked, 'Need any help?"
Wandell shook his head and answered, "You better get back in the truck, boss. Your delicate skin is prone to frostbite."
Carlisle rubbed his arms and went back into the truck. The weather that day was harsh.
If it were merely snowing, then it wouldn't be too bad. But the cold wind felt like knives, and his ears were
numb. If he didn't get back in the truck, he might suffer from hypothermia.
Wendell and the others used to be soldiers and were part of the special forces.
Carlisle figured that the team must have trained in all sorts of harsh environments and should, therefore, be able to withstand this weather.
It took a full half an hour for the truck to get out of the ditch finally. Wendell climbed back into the truck, warming his hands with his breath.
Carlisle was somewhat embarrassed as he asked with concern, "Are you guys alright?"
Wendell nodded.
"We're... we're fine..."
He then pulled out a lighter from his coat pocket to warm himself up with the fire's heat. After a couple of minutes, his hands started to regain feeling. Only then did he continue driving.
However, the slope was very slippery.
The fully loaded truck couldn't make it up. It slid back a few feet, almost sliding back into the ditch.
"Kevin, Zack, get out and push the truck..." Wendell said through gritted teeth.
The slope was about 984 feet long. Getting past it would probably take another half hour. The temperature outside was at least 14 degrees Fahrenheit.