Chapter 491 Have Peace in My Heart

The news was talking about how a big company in C city was acquired by WY Group from City B
overnight. There was a stir.

The scrolling pictures suddenly showed Matthew getting out of a car in front of the WY Group building.
It was only his side profile, but she could see the clear outline of his face. It was three-dimensional and
even through the screen, she could feel the wintriness extruding from his.

“This is the first appearance of the president of WY Group after acquiring NL Group. He is currently not
accepting any interviews and hence we wouldn’t be able to find out more about this acquisition.”

The pictures were all taken in secret. Matthew rejected all interviews and hence there were no pictures
of him from the front.

Dolores lowered the car window and tried to listen more carefully to the news and see it more clearly
on the screen. Her hands were on the car door and she looked attentively at the screen. The pictures
changed very quickly and now the person in charge of NL Group appeared on the screen. He looked
dispirited and had stubbles all over his chin. He looked crestfallen.

Theresa was focusing on the traffic light in front of her and didn’t notice that Dolores was looking at
something. The red light turned green and she started the car.

The screen was quickly covered up by the other large buildings, and Dolores couldn’t see it anymore.

She pulled her hand back and rolled up her body into a small ball. She bit her lips and her sharp teeth
poked through her lips. It was going to bleed but it seemed like she couldn’t feel any pain. She just
wanted to suppress her longing which was roaring inside of her, but she wasn’t able to control her
emotions well.



The feeling of loneliness. She wanted to cry but he wasn’t by her side to comfort her. She could only
swallow her emotions.

She opened her eyes and tried to hold back the tears that were going to fall.

After a while, the car stopped in front of the building. The workshop was on the third floor.

Oscar’s car was parked on the side. Theresa peeked at it when she got out of the car. She reached out
her hand and opened the door to the backseat. She said, “He sure is diligent, coming here every day.”

Dolores managed to calm herself down, but the stormy emotions in her hadn’t completely disappeared
yet. She felt more complicated hearing about his news right now than when she left one month ago.

Who said that time would heal everything?

Why was she missing him more than before?

Time wasn’t able to heal all wounds.

“Dolores?” Theresa called out to her seeing that she wasn’t getting out of the car.

Dolores snapped out of it and looked up, she smiled awkwardly, “I’m getting old, it’s easy to lose myself
in my thoughts nowadays.”

Theresa smiled and didn’t say anything. She knew why Dolores was spacing out.

Dolores got out of the car and they walked into the building together. They got into the lift and arrived
on the third floor. Everyone was at work already. 11 embroidery masters, they all lived in this building.
The building had 4 floors, the third floor was a workshop, the second was for weaving and the fourth
floor was for accommodation. The first floor was left empty.



Oscar was the one who got her the place. The environment was nice and the rent wasn’t too high, it
was still affordable for her.

Oscar seemed to have a growing interest in embroidery. When they walked in, he was sitting in front of
one of the masters, watching him as he used a golden thread to embroider a phoenix and a peony.

This master was one of the special ones amongst the 11 of them. Talented embroiders were usually
older women, but he was a twenty-something years old young man. His face was fair and his facial
features were refined. His hands were as delicate as women’s, they were slender and nimble. His
embroideries always looked alive, his needles were always accurate and he could produce an exquisite
work of art.

Oscar stared at his fingers as he worked, he clicked his tongue, “It’s unfortunate.”

He didn’t realize that those two were behind him.

Therese glanced at him, “What’s so unfortunate?”

Indeed, what was so unfortunate?”

Oscar was lost in his thoughts and jumped in surprised upon hearing Theresa. He looked up and was
frantic, “You, when did you get here? Why did you walk so quietly?”

Theresa clicked her tongue, “It’s not that I walked quietly, you were just deaf. Also, what’s so
unfortunate?”

She immediately thought that something was embroidered incorrectly, and hence she lowered her head
to look at the embroidery. The blooming peony was embroidered with golden threads, the man was
making a breast wrap and if something went wrong he had to redo everything.

Time and money would be wasted.



Oscar sighed, “It’s unfortunate that he’s a man.”

Such elegance, he would’ve been a graceful woman.

Theresa was speechless.

“Say that again and I won’t work for you again no matter how much you’ll pay me,” said Ashton Howard
coldly. He didn’t even look up.

Because of his looks and his profession, people tended to talk bad about him. People often called him
a sissy. He hated people like that and wasn’t good at building a relationship with other people. He didn’t
have many friends and was often alone.

“Sorry, there’s no next time,” Oscar quickly apologized. Dolores liked this master a lot. The twelve
pieces in the grand finale were embroidered by him, he couldn’t afford to say something that would
make him leave.

Theresa looked at Oscar all amused. He was older than her, but he would always act like a child. He
was always smiling and liked to dress fashionably as well.

“Where’s Dolores?” Oscar glanced at the car. He asked Theresa as Dolores wasn’t around.

She would come every day without fail.

Theresa walked to the table and tidied up the papers, she said, “She might be on the second floor.”

She didn’t see where Dolores went.

But if she wasn’t on the third floor, she would be on the second floor.

Oscar put on his glasses, “I’ll go look for her.”



Theresa looked at him and teased him, “What, do you think you’re cool for putting on sunglasses
indoors?”

Oscar pushed his glasses and asked, “Am I handsome?”

“Sure,” Theresa said out of courtesy.

Dolores was indeed on the second floor. Most of the workers worked in cloth weaving factories before,
but they never handled this type of fabric before, that was why she was supervising. All the hard work
from before would be voided if mistakes were made here.

Though there were improvements in the past few days, the items were less flawed.

Dolores was wearing a loose yellow dress and a pair of white flats. She was lean and slender, the
loose dress hid her abdomen and one couldn’t tell that she was 3 months pregnant.

She stood in front of the weaving machine and bent over to check if the fabric was good enough. Oscar
walked over and said, “Leave the work here to me. Don’t micromanage everything, aren’t you tired?”

“No,” answered Dolores. She didn’t even look up. She took out a roll of fabric and put it against the
light. It appeared to be fine and even. She then glanced at Oscar briefly, “You don’t know about this,
how can I leave it to you?”

Oscar thought that it was reasonable. He didn’t know anything about this. But he didn’t understand why
Dolores wanted to take on such a hard job, “You should remember that the entire JK belongs to you.
Just say something, and everything can be taken over. You don’t have to do much at all, just hire
others to do it. You don’t have to work so hard.”

She had more than enough money. Why wouldn’t she relax and spend more time with her children?

Why did she want to work herself to the bones?



And she was pregnant. Why was she torturing herself?

Dolores looked at Oscar seriously, “Those are not my money, so I won’t use…”

“But your parents left you the money…”

“I have never even met them.” Dolores interrupted Oscar. If she could choose her fate, she would
rather be born into a normal family. They didn’t need to be too wealthy, as long as her parents were
healthy and alive. She wanted to grow up in a warm and complete family.

She looked at Oscar and said in a serious tone, “I’m not doing this for money nor fame. I just want to
have peace in my heart.”

And she was pregnant. Why was she torturing herself?
Dolores looked at Oscar seriously, “Those are not my money, so | won't use...”
“But your parents left you the money...”

“| have never even met them.” Dolores interrupted Oscar. If she could choose her fate, she would
rather be born into a normal family. They didn’t need to be too wealthy, as long as her parents were
healthy and alive. She wanted to grow up in a warm and complete family.

She looked at Oscar and said in a serious tone, “I’m not doing this for money nor fame. | just want to
have peace in my heart.”



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