At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Blakely."

It was Kylan.

"Come in."

"Mr. Blakely, Aldrin will meet you at seven this evening."

Public sentiment and compensation weren't major issues. Tyrone was more apprehensive about the authorities causing them trouble, which was why he was present there.

"Understood."

Harrell, wearing a smile, noted, "We've amplified our investment attraction efforts in recent years. Aldrin has been a significant help."

Upon the outbreak of the fire, he promptly halted production, awaiting investigation.

Now that the potential risk was removed, it was advisable to resume operations as soon as possible, given the hefty costs of delay.

"Both the two of you excel in management," the executive commented, his face beaming.

Two days hence, the branch was back in operation.

"Mr. Blakely, aren't we departing yet?" Kylan inquired.

Tyrone could have left the previous day, but he chose to extend his stay by a day. No one knew the reason.

Tyrone glanced at the date displayed on the screen and lapsed into silence.

Following the fire incident at the company, he once again witnessed the relentless power of public opinion.

The masses were plenty on the internet, and no amount of evidence could convince them.

He could only imagine the hopelessness and despair Sabrina must have experienced.

Was his attempt at reparation too late?

Did she catch his interview?