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Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 1253
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Chapter 1253: "Mr. Welch." Healy nodded.

"Still not resolved?" "No. We've offered the best deal we can, but they refuse to budge." Healy's offer had already been more than fair. Giving in now would only invite more trouble later. His principles wouldn't waver. Stepping forward, he met the group's defiant stares head-on.

"You wanted to speak to the person in charge? That's me. If you have concerns, we can talk. We're even offering assistance in relocating, and the compensation is well above standard. If you have doubts, feel free to get an evaluation-it's already more than generous." But the crowd wasn't convinced.

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"You say that, but how do we know you won't go back on your word? Companies like yours always promise things, but once we're gone, who's to say you won't just leave us hanging? We're not moving, no matter what!" "If you don't trust my word, we can put it in writing. We'll sign a contract guaranteeing that compensation will be paid within two weeks of relocation. If it isn't, you'll have the right to take legal action." That made the group pause.

They didn't fully understand the legalities, but they had heard horror stories-companies stalling on payments, residents being left in the lurch. But this man was offering a signed guarantee, with legal backing.

That changed things.

Glances were exchanged, the hostility in their eyes dimming.

Finally, an older man stepped forward.

"If that's the case, we'll move. When can we sign the contract?" Healy cast a sharp glance at his secretary, who said with professional calm, "All the contracts brought in today are invalid now. The new contracts will take tto draft and can be prepared for signing tomorrow." Exclusive stories gal"Alright, then. Tomorrow it is." With that, the group dispersed.

The next morning, at Welch Group, Healy had just flipped open a file when his assistant burst in, breathless and wide-eyed.

"Bad news! Mr. Welch, you need to see this—now. There's a crowd downstairs, causing a huge scene! The security team can't keep them back!" Healy didn't hesitate. Snapping the file shut, he rose to his feet and strode after his assistant.

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Outside the building, the sight that greeted him was chaos-a sea of furious faces, dozens people el m hpisting banners high, their voices a deafening chorus of outrage. Their anger was palpable, their shouts demanding justice. Around them, reporters jockeyed for position, cameras flashing relentlessly. The moment Healy stepped out, the crowd surged toward him, their fury intensifying.

"You greedy exploiter! You heartless tyrant! We were just living in ourm homes, minding our own business-why are you forcing us out? Why demolish everything?"

"You promised us compensation! If m you never intended to pay, why lie? Yesterday, everything was agreed upon-now someone is dead! A company with blood on its hands-how do you sleep at night?"