Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 793
The assistant dared not relay the Geological Bureau’s demeanor.
Their glances at him suggested a fool, perplexed at how such a significant project could proceed without prior comprehensive
checks.
The ridicule infused in their tone hinted at Darian being an aging, witless man who’d recklessly squandered his fortune on
worthless Land.
It was an utter farce.
Upon hearing this, Darian’s fury flared.
He had undoubtedly performed diligent checks!
All indications, including geographic location and proposed governmental infrastructure, pointed to this as an exceptional
investment, not to mention the stiff competition he faced!
How could a hurdle of this magnitude have abruptly surfaced?
The only plausible explanation was that someone had deliberately withheld this crucial information from him, leaving him
unaware of the problem.
So incensed was Darian that his assistant on the other end attempted to soothe him. “Sir, given the vast expanse of land, if we
cannot convert it into an Olympic Village, we can transform it into a resort. We can opt for the next best alternative.”

Darian’s rage escalated upon hearing this. He hammered his fist on the table, berating, “Fool! The resort wouldn’t yield even a
fraction of the cost in returns. I shouldn’t have hired such a brainless person like you!”
Following his tirade, Darian slammed the phone down.
It was almost inconceivable that the golden opportunity within his grasp had devolved into a fiasco. Why, then, had the BRD
Group opted to invest?
The BRD Group, indeed!
The mere thought of the BRD Group infused Darian with loathing. He hoisted the computer from the table and hurled it onto the
floor.
The BRD Group was the Fredrick family’s enterprise. They must have conspired against him. It was entirely Theodore’s doing!
Surveying the contents of his office, Darian launched into a destructive frenzy, cursing, “Despicable wretch! She should’ve never
birthed him! Ingrate! Merciless scoundrel! All are damned, all are damned!”
In the midst of his rampage, faint knocks echoed at the door. Shortly after, a female secretary timidly pushed open the door to
find a livid Darian wreaking havoc in the office. She meekly said, “Sir, there’s a mob gathering downstairs, clamoring about the
project funds they’re owed.”
Upon learning that the Anderson Group was confronting a crisis, a wave of concern washed over Ariana. The conglomerate’s
prosperity had been an outcome of Theodore’s efforts, but she couldn’t shake the suspicion that he might also be the architect of
the current turbulence.

She had dispatched a message to Theodore, inquiring if he was the catalyst behind this turmoil, but she had yet to receive a
response.
A growing unease gripped Ariana at the thought of Theodore embroiled in the quagmire that the Anderson Group was presently
ensnared in. She promptly extricated herself from the bed, dressed, and dashed to the company’s headquarters.
Upon crossing the threshold of the Anderson Group, she was struck by an all-pervading gloom.
Previously, an air of discipline and structure had prevailed here, with everyone focused on their individual tasks in their assigned
spaces, the corridors undisturbed by footfall.
Now, the scene has drastically altered. Clusters of people congregated in separate huddles, their conversation echoing through
the hallway.
The entrance was besieged by a throng of individuals, whose purpose was unclear.