Time Group faced severe backlash due to the poor quality of their new product, Wild Geese, resulting in significant losses in reputation and profit. To compensate users and restore its reputation, the company was working tirelessly, especially Charlotte, the chairwoman.
Quentin was in Charlotte’s office, helping her handle some tasks. As the former eldest son of the renowned Holland family, he managed these matters effortlessly.
Charlotte was at a loss. She needed to reveal the truth to the public to save Time Group’s reputation but had no channels to do so. The company’s reputation and profits were plummeting, and if this continued, bankruptcy was inevitable.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” Quentin said calmly, noticing Charlotte’s distress.
“But I can’t think of any solution. Do you have any ideas, Quentin?” Charlotte asked, puzzled.
Quentin didn’t reply but dialed Eileen’s number.
“Coordinate with the police and news stations to reveal the truth about what happened inside Time Group. Expose the culprits. Then, organize a press conference and invite all reporters in Stresall. Charlotte will go on stage and disclose the truth herself. Most importantly, compensate the customers for their losses and damages,” Quentin instructed before hanging up.
“Who did you call, Quentin?” Charlotte asked, confused.
“A friend. You should prepare for the press conference,” Quentin replied. “I’ve arranged everything. Just revealing the truth will restore Time Group’s reputation.”
“Alright, I’ll instruct my secretary to organize the press conference this afternoon,” Charlotte said, trusting Quentin’s plan to save Time Group.
Just then, Charlotte’s phone rang.
“Georgia?!” Seeing Georgia’s name, Charlotte wanted to ignore it but answered at Quentin’s urging and put it on speaker.
“Hello, Miss Charlotte. I heard you’re having quite a time lately,” Georgia said sarcastically.
“I’m busy. Get to the point,” Charlotte replied impatiently.
“Don’t put on airs. I’m giving you face,” Georgia sneered. “I’m having my engagement party with Brian tomorrow. I heard it’s your birthday too. Don’t forget to come when you receive the invitation. If I’m in a good mood, I might even throw you a birthday party.”
“No need to trouble yourself, Miss Pittman. I’ll handle my own birthday,” Charlotte said, ready to hang up.
“Ha! As if your Quentin could even throw you a decent birthday party. Unlike our Brian, who’s booked the most luxurious Royal Hotel for our engagement. Make sure to come and enjoy a meal you could never afford,” Georgia taunted.
“Don’t worry, Miss Pittman. Charlotte’s birthday party will be more lively than your engagement,” Quentin said confidently, taking the phone.
“Quentin, you’re there too? Fine, let’s see who can throw a better party. Don’t book a cheap place and embarrass yourselves,” Georgia challenged.
“We’ll see who gets embarrassed,” Quentin retorted before hanging up.
“Quentin, why bother arguing with her? She’s not worth our time,” Charlotte said.
“I can’t let anyone mistreat my woman,” Quentin smiled.
“You’re so annoying with your sweet talk,” Charlotte said, feeling happy inside.
In the afternoon, Charlotte held Time Group’s press conference as planned. Reporters from all over Stresall and Time Group’s customers and partners attended. The police also sent officers to maintain order.
Quentin instructed his people to treat the reporters well and gave them generous red envelopes. Charlotte revealed Aron and Ewan’s actions to the public and promised to compensate every customer and partner for their losses, temporarily calming their anger.
Time Group offered free treatment and substantial compensation to affected customers. Real benefits were what mattered most.
However, it would take a long time to cover Time Group’s losses and restore its reputation. But things would be smoother from now on.
Seeing Charlotte busy with these matters, Quentin didn’t disturb her and returned to the Holland family.
“Eileen, book the best restaurant at Royal Hotel for tomorrow. I want to hold a birthday party for Charlotte there and invite all notable figures in Stresall,” Quentin instructed calmly.
“Yes, sir. I’ll handle it immediately,” Eileen replied. She called Zaid, informing him of Quentin’s invitation and asking him to book the restaurant as Stresall’s governor.
Eileen then called various notable figures who gladly accepted the invitation. Receiving an invitation from Quentin was an honor they couldn’t refuse.
Meanwhile, in Royal Hotel’s director’s office, a middle-aged man answered a call.
“This is Zaid,” said the voice on the other end.
“Lord Zaid, what can I do for you?” the middle-aged man asked politely.
“I need to book the top-floor restaurant for tomorrow. A Mr. Holland will be hosting a birthday party there. Ensure they are well received. I’ll send you photos and names of Mr. Holland and his family,” Zaid instructed.
“Understood. I’ll take care of everything,” the man replied before hanging up.
Soon after, William Baxter received a photo of Quentin and Charlotte’s family. He was surprised.
“Isn’t this Quentin, the former eldest son of the Holland family?” William wondered, puzzled by Quentin’s connection with Zaid that warranted such special arrangements.