I stepped onto the grounds of my factory, my sanctuary where the Soul Nourishment Pills were crafted, only to find chaos erupting before my eyes. A group of men in official uniforms were gathered near the entrance, with my factory workers watching nervously from a distance. Elder Hansen, my most trusted employee, rushed toward me with panic etched across his weathered face.
"Mr. Knight! Thank goodness you're here," he said, his voice trembling.
My gaze fixed on the source of the commotion – Daxon Johnson stood in the center of the group, his smug expression making my blood boil. Just yesterday he'd threatened me about the upcoming conference, and now he was here at my factory.
"What's going on?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the anger building inside me.
Elder Hansen wiped sweat from his brow. "This man claims our herbs are unqualified. He's threatening to destroy our entire inventory and shut down the factory for investigation. Production would halt completely."
