When the sun rose above her head, Roxana decided to go to her family's factory, which had not been operating since the death of Julius Oberon.
Aside from the fact that there was no one to monitor it, the workers at the factory were also at a loss because they didn't know they must report their work to whom since the head of the Oberon family had not yet been settled.
When Roxana got off the carriage, her eyes observed the vast expanse before her. The factory looked deserted as no workers had worked other than the few guards assigned to guard the factory.
The Oberon Factory stood tall and imposing, its grandeur evident in every meticulously carved detail. The facade exuded an air of elegance and power, representing the Oberon Family that owned it.
"The factory doesn't look that bad." Damian raised his head, noticing every detail of the ornaments carved into the factory walls. "What is your family making here?"
