When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 475: A Trustworthy Fletcher Group

Not far away, Chase Fletcher, along with the person in charge of the real estate project, was inspecting and communicating as they walked towards this side.

"What’s happening ahead? Are there reporters?"

He saw a group of people not far away, some setting up cameras and others holding microphones, encircling several engineers wearing identical vests.

"They might be giving an interview," the person in charge said. "Would you like to avoid this?"

"No need to avoid it." Chase Fletcher did not slow his pace, continuing onward, followed by the project leaders and executives.

Rachel Sherman was about to wrap up her interview with the engineers, just finishing the last question when Chase Fletcher arrived.

Amidst the crowd, he vaguely recognized a familiar figure.

"Our President Fletcher is here. If there are more questions, you can ask him to answer," said an engineer confidently, reflecting the project’s assurance.

Rachel turned her gaze, meeting Chase Fletcher’s deep and gentle look without missing a beat, and their eye contact amidst the crowd made him pause for a moment.

"Rachel?" Chase Fletcher’s lips curled up warmly, confidently calling her name.

Rachel greeted with a smile, "Hey, long time no see."

"Hello, President Fletcher." Everyone from the engineering department bowed respectfully.

Chase Fletcher glanced around at everyone, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"

Someone introduced to the reporters, "This is our Fletcher Group’s president, the big boss behind this real estate project, and the primary investor."

Rachel then realized Chase Fletcher’s true identity. She was shocked but quickly composed herself, promptly changing her tone, "Hello, President Fletcher."

Chase Fletcher’s demeanor was gentle, without a hint of arrogance.

In the past, Rachel thought his speech was outstanding, and his attire was impeccable, assuming he came from a wealthy family with favorable conditions.

She never expected he was the president.

Chase Fletcher didn’t let her ask questions, fearing she would feel nervous.

He proactively spoke to the camera, "What a coincidence! I happened to come for an inspection today and encountered reporters. So, I’d like to take this opportunity to speak a few words to all our trusted homeowners. May I?"

"Of course," Rachel was delighted, quickly handing him the microphone. This was an unexpected gain.

Chase Fletcher accepted the microphone with a gentlemanly manner, facing the camera, he spoke warmly—

"Hello everyone, my name is Chase Fletcher, and I am the developer of the Leap Universe Estate."

"Firstly, I can promise that there will be no delay in paying workers’ wages. It’s essentially a matter of progress, strictly following the schedule. The promise of completing the project in 160 days ahead of schedule is not just a slogan, but a commitment from me and all our engineering staff, and we welcome homeowners to supervise at any time."

Under the warm autumn sun, Rachel stood aside, watching him. For a moment, she was in a daze—

His speech was composed, his profile looked chiseled and handsome, with thick eyebrows, deep dark eyes, shiny hair, and a high nose, exuding a sense of gentlemanliness and elegance.

So wonderful... it made her a bit lost.

After the interview, Chase Fletcher said to Rachel, "Welcome, Reporter Sherman, to assist in urging oversight on behalf of homeowners. Feel free to come by anytime."

Rachel felt secure having such a developer, reassuring for the homeowners.

Because the current environment is really bad, many people have invested their life savings only to find the project unfinished.

"Is it convenient to add each other on WeChat?" Chase Fletcher proactively asked her.

Rachel nodded, "My honor." She opened the QR code for him to scan, and they added each other on WeChat.

That morning.

Faye Turner had just arrived at the company not long ago. She found Uncle Lane and asked him to take her to Victor Peterson’s villa.

"Miss Turner, how is Mr. Lancaster’s health... has it improved?" Uncle Lane asked sincerely after a moment’s hesitation while driving.