YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

Hearing this, Violla had a brainwave. She wondered if she could buy the factories, invite Jude and her father's former staff to help run them. That way she could learn about the business.

After the recent events, she realized more and more that her father had been overprotective of her resulting in her inability to survive or face the challenges in life.

She could not even hold a simple job and her earnings were not enough to provide for her children.

Even though her father had left an immense inheritance so her living expenses to be secure, she should not just spend the wealth without working for her own living. Besides, she needed to set a good example as a mother.

Nevertheless, to buy back the factories and start over was not a simple task.

She had never managed the company before and she did not know much about her father's business. Which meant she had to spend 70 million to buy those factories and start from scratch. She did not have much confidence.

"Milan Corporation formerly dealt with real estate business mainly. There were also ten factories that made clothing and jewelry. Seven of them were in other counties and were closed after the corporation's bankruptcy. For these three factories, the Chairman used his influence to keep them in operation for you. It's a pity that Smith and others used despicable means to grab them."

Jude angrily recounted the events of those years and sighed.

"I only hate myself for being incompetent. I couldn't stop them. At the same time, I thought that those factories would still be owned by relatives, so I gave up. I didn't expect that those guys would not be able to continue operation just after four years."

"They were parasites feeding off dad's generosity so they are rather useless. After dad passed away, they relied on the Stanleys family for a few years. Now that their new host has collapsed, they naturally could not continue the operate any longer."

Violla sighed and then asked tentatively, "Mr. Jude, have you come to me hoping that I would buy those factories?"

"No, no," Jude replied, shaking his head, "Chairman is no longer here and your relatives are useless rogues. As a woman alone, your life can't be easy so how could you pay for those factories?"

"Then, what do you have in mind?" She asked.

"I have met a few of your father's trusted men and discussed with them. We pooled our money and are able to buy one factory. We are confident that we can build it up." Jude explained.

Jude said excitedly, "I want to invite you to invest in the company, not in terms of money, but in terms of technical know-how. Didn't you learn design back then? These factories all make clothing, so this is right up your alley."

Hearing that, Violla was very touched. She knew what their intention really was. They knew that at that moment she did not have a permanent home and no stable job. Hence, they were trying to help her out by letting her into their company. In a way, she would have a steady income in the future.

"Although you graduated from a prestigious university, you have no working experience and you can only do some secretarial work outside. There is no future." Jude continued.

"If you join us in this venture, we can teach you all the things your father taught us at the beginning. In the future, after you've learned the basics, you can start a business of your own and your life will be secure."

"Thank you, Mr. Jude…" Violla was moved to tears. "I really appreciate that."

"Please don't say that. Your father was kind to us and now is the time to repay him," Jude smiled shyly. "What's more, the factory that we take over is also profitable. "

"Let me think over this for a while. After a few days, I shall give you a reply. Is that okay?" Violla felt the need to be cautious.

"Okay, you think about it." Jude nodded. "By the way, have you got the things your father left for you?"

"No, I haven't. I did make a trip there, though," Violla said. "For now, it may be safer with the caretakers in the cemetery."

"Look at the contents as soon as possible, especially concerning your mother. Maybe, it will be helpful to you. " Jude sighed.

Leaving the cafe, Violla was very worried. Jude's proposal was very good but she was now a mother with responsibilities and so every step she took had to be carefully considered.

Mrs. Blake was still in hospital, and Jason's leg was still healing. This was just not the time for moving home.

Those factories were located in small towns outside the City, with lower standards in both education and medical facilities.

Schooling for the children was not a problem. After all, they were still young and there was no major problem in delaying for a year or two but medical treatment was a huge concern.

Jason had fractured his right leg. 'What should I do if there is no proper treatment and there is sequelae in the future?'

Besides that, Mrs. Blake had a moderate cerebral infarction and was still in the hospital.

They could receive the best treatment staying in the City. Once they left that place, all these could be problems.

In any case, she had to wait for Mrs. Blake and Jason to stabilize before making any moves.

That night, Violla tossed and turned, thinking about the matter and what she should do.

Early the next morning, Violla asked Jason's pediatrician, "Doc, how is Jason's leg now? When will he fully recover?"

"Children recover faster than adults. The general recovery period is three and a half months. Jason is healthy so it is possible that he will recover faster." The doc answered.

Violla thanked him and she went to the hospital to visit Mrs. Blake after sending the children to school.

Immaculate said that Mrs. Blake needed an operation and coupled with physical therapy exercises, she would be back to her normal self within two months or so.

With all those information, Violla knew exactly what she could do, so she called Jude immediately to arrange for a meeting.

"Miss, you have made a decision so quickly?" Jude was very surprised.

"Mr. Jude, I won't be able to leave for a while. Give me three months. I will settle the matter here before I come and join you." Violla took out a bank card from her purse and gave it to Jude." There is two million here, which is all my savings, just take it as my investment."

"This… this is not acceptable." Jude hurriedly declined. "You will have no problem going to the factory in a few months. It will take a while for us to make preparations. You only need to invest your technical expertise. Why do you give me the money?"

"You must take this money," Violla insisted, "I will make investment and buy the shares. Only then can we allocate the shares. Otherwise, I would be embarrassed to split the profits."

"But…" Jude started.

"I know that you are doing this for my benefit and I also know that buying a factory is not a small sum," Violla exclaimed, "The three factories are so big in terms of area. They all cost money including buying the machinery."

"Well, we couldn't buy all the three factories together." Jude said, "I made a pool with some men and we barely had enough to buy one which costs 10 million."

"That's it then!" Violla pressed the bank card into Jude's hands. "I'll invest two million, so in the future, I will own 20% of the shares."

"No, no, you don't pay. We will give you your shares." Jude did not wish to accept her money. "You are a woman, and you need to keep some money with you."

"If I don't pay, I can't accept the shares." Violla said . "I beg you. Please don't make me feel like a parasite!"

With that, Jude stopped protesting and silently accepted the bank card. "Alright then, we shall divide equally so, you get 25% of the shares."

"In that case, I accept your kindness." Violla knew that if she refused, the discussion would not end. "You guys go ahead with the plans and once I am done here, I'll come to you."

"Yeah." Jude nodded repeatedly. "This factory is in Yake view, about four hundred kilometers from this City. I will arrange everything there and wait for you!"

"Well, this matter must be carried out in a low-key manner so that no one will know that I am a shareholder," Violla solemnly urged. "No one must know that I am returning to the factory."

"I understand. Don't worry." And so their discussion concluded on a successful note.

After leaving Jude, Violla felt very much at ease. She began to feel that she had a goal in life. When everything was settled there, she would take Mrs. Blake and the children to Yake-view.

She would leave the complicated life in that city and start a new life.

As the taxi stopped and waited at the red light, Violla saw the Romans Corporation building on the roadside. The oversized electronic billboard was showing the press conference that day.

On the screen, Davon's charming and handsome face attracted the attention of many passers-by while the beautiful Laura captivated in her own way.

It was especially true when she looked at Davon with her affectionate gaze which made everyone feel that they were a match made in heaven! Probably the news of their marriage would be broadcasted later.

A bittersweet smile appeared on Violla's face and she experienced a myriad of emotions beyond description. She recalled the night Davon protected her so desperately and all that happened between them.

The past flashed before her eyes and her heart felt like a roller coaster. Sometimes, she wondered if she had feelings for him.

As the car continued its journey, Violla retracted her gaze but out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a familiar figure.

Not far away, parked by the roadside, was the Rolls-Royce Phantom. Surrounded by several bodyguards, Davon got into the car. Then the car moved onto the road.

Violla's heart skipped a beat and she shrank back hurriedly while at the same time, she covered her face with her hands for fear of being noticed by Davon.

He had dismissed her and had not contacted her in those two days. Most probably, he had wanted a clean break.

In that case, she would just keep out of his sight.

Perhaps it was best for them never to meet again.

"A luxury car is a luxury car. It picks up speed so fast." The taxi driver sighed as he looked at the Rolls-Royce Phantom moving away, "Ah, when will my little junk become a Rolls-Royce."

Violla did not say anything. She sat up, stared blankly at the image of the Phantom fading away in the distance.

In her mind, she could not help wondering if he would really marry Laura.

Quietness descended upon the car.

Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Davon subconsciously turned around and looked in her direction. Somehow, he felt that someone's eyes were on him.

Yet, when he looked around, there were no familiar cars. Perhaps, it was just some passers-by who admired him.

Davon's focus returned into the car and he continued to check the information sent by Clyde. There was a highway surveillance clip which proved that after Laura left the airport that day, she did not go directly to Romans Corporation but drove to the outskirts of the city.

Then, the scene in the suburbs were all recorded on the dash cam.

A doctor was waiting there and handed her a small bottle of liquid. He told her that it would happen ninety minutes after she drank it and instructed her to pay attention to monitor the time.

Laura asked, "Nothing untoward would happen, right?"

"Don't worry. The dose I am giving to you is very small. Although you will vomit blood, faint, and get gastrointestinal cramps during the attack, the effect will be over in an hour. When you come back, I will treat you again. After a few days, you will be completely fine."

"Davon is very observant. He can see through any tricks I try on him." Laura was rather hesitant.

"Let me teach you a method," the doctor whispered. "This medicine is like ink. You can suck it into the ink reservoir of a pen, so he won't find it."

"That's a good idea," Laura nodded, "remember to keep this secret. If it leaks out, you're done for!"

"Of course. We are in the same team now."

"To success!"

As she got into the car, Laura asked her assistant, "Are you sure Violla is in the company today?"

"Yes, I just called to confirm she has already arrived in the company," the assistant answered, "Don't worry, she will be taken down at one fell swoop today."

"That's great."

Seeing that, Davon's brows knitted tightly and his face was terribly gloomy.

He had long known that Laura was arrogant and wilful and that she would use any means to achieve her goal but he had never expected her temperament to be so despicable and vicious that she would poison herself in order to frame Violla!

"Mr.Young Roman, although this matter has been revealed, it must be handled carefully." Cruze reminded cautiously, "The news of Romans Corporation and Tariques Group's cooperation has been released as well as the news of your engagement with Miss Laura."

"The old man is really persistent." Davon sneered. "What about the news being released? If I refuse, can he tie me up to get engaged?"

"But it's not good for you to challenge Mr. Old Roman like this." Cruze said softly, "It's not doing any good for Miss Milan."

"That's why I fired her and let her go away, so I can deal with it." Davon was spinning the phone in his palm while his eyes stared outside the window. 'What is that Beautiful Woman doing now?'

For her sake, he had challenged his grandpa and got slapped on his face. She did not even text him. Where was her conscience?

"Alright, then." Cruze stopped talking, knowing that Davon could not be swayed.

"It's strange," Davon remarked coldly, "How did a gentle person like Tarique Junior raise such a daughter?"

"It is said that Miss Laura was born illegitimately out of wedlock. She was raised outside the family until she was ten. She may have developed a vicious character because of her upbringing. By the way, Mr. Tarique junior seems to have a legitimate daughter who is one year older than Miss Laura and a mute… I think her name is Cindy ," Cruze said.

"I met her when she was a child and she looks quite neat but a little autistic." Davon remembered, "I'm curious. Why does the old man want me to marry a daughter of the Tariques family? Is it because he admires Tarique junior?"

"I seem to have heard Mr. Douglas mention that when your father was young, he was close friends with Mr.Tarique Junior . Mr. Tarique junior also saved his life in a deal gone wrong in the syndicate. Tarique junior took a bullet for Dante Roman , the Roman family owe the Tariques family a huge favor! Not to mention both Mr old Roman and Mr old Tarique go way back in the syndicate days."

"Am I supposed to return the favour?" Davon sneered.

"You can't say that." Cruze was very objective. "It's mainly because Miss. Laura is the right candidate for you, and she knows how to please Mr. Old Roman. Besides, she has concealed her true temperament too well the old man is deceived. And also when the two families merge you will be powerful enough to take over central nation."

"The old man makes misjudgments too." Davon cursed softly, "The older one gets, the more foolish one is!"

"You sound a bit rebellious when you say that." Cruze looked at him cautiously.

"Do you need to say such nonsense?" Davon glared at him. "Has he gone to see those three little brats again today?"

"Yes, I heard that he went directly to the kindergarten." Cruze was a little worried. "Mr. Old Roman likes those three children so much but hates Miss Milan. If he knows that these three children belong to her, I don't know how he will react. "

"I'm also very curious…" Davon sneered, "Isn't he pretentious? This incident should teach him a lesson, let him know that his judgement is flawed. But come to think of it,nothing passes grandpa. I have a feeling he knows that Violla is the mother. I am not just sure what he is up to. "

Cruze felt it was wise not to comment.He held his peace.

At Dates Kindergarten, the three children had finished their classes. As they got ready to get up the school bus, a Rolls-Royce pulled over.

The door opened and Douglas helped D'barl get down from it.

From afar, D'barl waved to the three kids, "Children, I am here to see you!"

"Grandpa Roman!" Eliana rushed over to the old man, almost knocking him over.

"Oh, my little sweethearts. Slow down." Douglas was so scared that his heart almost jumped out, "Grandpa Roman can't take your running into him like this, he might fall."

"What can happen?" D'barl glared at him, "Can a three-year-old injure me?"

"No, but…" Douglas lowered his head, not daring to say more.