Rosalynn went straight to the point.

"The materials for the Technology Center are supposed to be of top quality. Please explain why these common materials are here. What are they supposed to be used for?"

Wesley he took a glance at his coworkers, all tall burly men.

“Our superior tell us what to do and we do it. We know nothing about the rest that goes on behind the scenes."

"And who is this superior of yours?" Rosalynn demanded, her eyes narrowed.

"Tell him to come here right now. | want to speak to him.”

It looked like someone was up to no good, playing tricks here and there.

Who could be giving them instructions?

“Who the hell do you think you are, huh?"

One of the workers suddenly stepped forward, raising his chin and looking down his nose at Rosalynn.

"| am Rosalyn Fuller, the designer from S.W. Studio. | am in charge of this project.”

Rosalynn studied the man before her, then took a good look at the others. They didn't look like construction workers at all.

If anything, they looked like thugs.

What were they doing here?

It was only a matter of course for a construction team to take over once the designer had finished the drafts.

Since the S.W. Studio had been acquired by Hughes Group, they weren't able to hire the same construction team they always worked with. Instead, Hughes Group brought their own people in.

So, this must be the doing of someone from Hughes Group.

"You'd better mind your own business, bitch. Do you have any idea who we work for? He is Aldrich Hughes’ cousin. You're just a designer. Be careful not to speak out of turn," the man threatened with a ferocious look.

Aldrich Hughes’ cousin? Aldrich's father and Brian's father were brothers.

“| don't care who he is. Even Brian Hughes must abide by the laws," Rosalynn retorted.

"These are not the right materials. You'll have to return them and procure what is cited in the drawing plans."

As soon as she finished speaking, Rosalynn grabbed a hammer lying around and smashed the cheap materials.