Guardian-In-Law

Chapter 1201 Last Contribution

With Darcy setting the scene, others followed suit in pledging donations.

The group was born and bred in Lilyrose. Not to mention, they had assets and businesses in the city too. Putting the city back on track would do everybody good, so they were on the same page and united as a group. To Darcy's surprise, Hart Lyfe, the CEO of Rove, pledged to donate 50 million dollars.

Darcy tried to talk him out of it. "Mr. Lyfe, don't go above your means. We all know Rove is struggling at the moment. It's okay to donate a smaller amount. The donation comes from the heart."

Compared to Yuri, Hart was a discreet and pragmatic old man who had earned Darcy's respect.

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"Don't convince me to donate less."

Hart said with a wry smile, "Truth be told, things might not work out for Rove soon enough. I have buyers getting in touch and expressing interest in taking over. You might read on the news soon about Rove changing hands.

*The finances haven't been great throughout the years. I'm tired. It's time I return to the countryside for my retirement.

"I will instruct my company to wire the money later. Consider it my last contribution to the city."

Hart walked out, his lonesome silhouette fading into the background.

Though awestruck, Darcy was upset.

Kaze was pleased that Darcy adjusted well to accepting her role as president.

He left the guild and headed to the Old District to help.

After pulling an all-nighter and working non-stop the day after, many stranded citizens were evacuated.

Still, roads remained flooded and muddy. The rescue teams worked tirelessly and took turns to eat.

Kaze heard an argument coming from the makeshift tents.

"Why didn't we get food yet?"

*The other rescue volunteers were given food an hour ago. I doubt we can go on without food."

*Yeah, we are tired from working all day, but we still pull it in there. The logistics should keep up."

The rescue crew gathered around the administrators of Red Star Charity to complain.

It explained why tensions were high.

The local council had notified the rescue and relief committee that food and water would be distributed to all rescue personnel promptly.

However, it had been an hour since the supposed mealtime.

The hungry and tired rescue workers stirred up a fuss with the committee of Red Star Charity.

"Hey! What's the point of getting mad at us?"

Annoyed, the committee member retorted peevishly. "The roads are flooded and covered in mud. Of course, the food truck won't make it here on time.

"What's wrong with hanging in there a little? It's not like you're going to die if you miss one meal."

The administrator was haughty and mean.

Hangry, the rescue workers were not having it.

"What's that supposed to mean? What's the point of helping out?"

*All you do is boss around and take the credit. You have the nerve to talk about us like that."

"That's just vile."