The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1357 Rise of Domestic Brands

Jacqueline gave Wynter a quick thumbs-up.

Wynter rested a hand casually outside the car window, looking like a CEO. "Ms. Jacqueline, could you please inform the film crew to assign a cameraman to us?"

Given that the request came from Wynter, the crew didn't hesitate at all. After all, they had a lot of cameramen if it was for her. In fact, several volunteered, eager for the mission.

Those in the entertainment industry knew that the last time Wynter got involved, the resulting content went viral. Although they didn't know what she had planned this time, they were certain it would be another hit! Hence, everyone wanted to be a part of it.

Jacqueline selected two of the most skilled cameramen from the group, along with a video production manager, to join Wynter.

"Thanks, everyone. I know filming can be tiring," Wynter said as she started the car while nodding to the film crew outside. "Ms. Jacqueline, please make sure everyone gets a generous reward."

The crew knew that Wynter was there to pick up Tobias. No one tried to stop them since they had already been informed in advance. Fortunately for the crew, Wynter didn't agree to Rowan's decision to tag along.

Whenever Wynter visited the set, the entire crew would not only get juices and fruits but also receive generous rewards. Who wouldn't love a sponsor like that?

"Ms. Quinnell, should I start filming now?" The cameraman seated in the car asked.

Wynter glanced at the rearview mirror. "Not now. Cyrus, use your phone to call Mr. Blaise."

At this point, it seemed that Cyrus' only role was to follow instructions. He had been brought here in confusion and was now being taken away in the same state of bewilderment.

The call connected quickly.

Orson, who had been anxiously going through his phone, was overwhelmed by the flood of negative comments. People were accusing his company of being unethical and criticizing his employees for being cold and unresponsive.

He had tried to explain multiple times that some of his workers were deaf or mute and might not have heard the questions asked during the secret inspection.

However, the comment sections remained relentless. They accused him of lying and creating a false persona.

Orson initially had no idea what creating a false persona even meant until his son explained it to him.

Now, feeling utterly disheartened, Orson's voice was hoarse as he answered the phone, "Ms. Quinnell, please help me think of a way.

"It doesn't matter what happens to the factory. But the old employees... Please, see if you can find work for them. If the factory shuts down, they..."

Orson choked up slightly. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I can accept bankruptcy."

"Mr. Blasie, I'll be at the factory in half an hour. The other party did a secret inspection, but we'll be transparent. You don't need to do anything. Just continue working as usual."

Wynter's voice was steady as she continued, "Trust me, the public opinion will change soon. I'm going to use this media storm to show everyone that our domestic brands are no worse than imported ones.

"Applesauce is irreplaceable. Mr. Blaise, wait for me."

Orson didn't know why he felt a sense of calm despite his anxiety after hearing Wynter's words. Despite her young age, Wynter had voiced something he had always wanted to achieve.

Domestic brands were no worse than imported ones. This had always been Orson's mantra when he first started. He was driven by passion and a goal to succeed.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

People of Cascadia had relied on his applesauce, especially in the early years when there was hardly any chocolate or juice available domestically.

Orson was the happiest back then because people felt joyful when they ate his applesauce. When some children were sick and had no appetite, applesauce was what they went for.

Hence, he always told his employees not to be careless with the product and to ensure that every person who ate it felt a sense of happiness.

But over time, this sense of happiness became a mere bubble. It had seemingly gone out of sync with the rapid developments of the present.