Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 269: I’m sorry we can’t place your product on the shelf

The unconscious man was gone, but he didn’t mind because he had completed what he set out to do.

Kyle grabbed his box of clothes and sped away from the area, stopping in front of a hotel where he stayed for the night. Inside, he discarded the suit, washed off the smell from his body, and opened the other box he brought from the island.

Taking out a change of clothes, he removed the two blood bags and placed them on the table beside the bed.

“Master, when are we going back to the island? It’s too noisy...’’ Blue complained as it stretched its limbs.

Kyle ignored it and went into the bathroom to shower. But inwardly, he was planning to catch the earliest boat back to the Island—unconsciously, he had started to see that place as his home, even though he hadn’t realized it yet.

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The morning sun was high in the sky as Mia stepped off the boat and got into the hovercar she had ordered to take her to the nearest supermarket to negotiate a deal for the island product.

She had contacted the manager and the owner before leaving the island, and they agreed to speak with her and taste the product before putting it on the shelf and marketing it. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Mia believed that the ice cream, fruit juice, and dried fruit would pass the assessment and health checks. The favorable feedback from the island staff and the earnings from these three products further increased her confidence.

“Good day, madam, I’ll be your driver for today." The driver rolled down the car window and politely introduced herself as she pressed a button beside the handle, causing the back door to slide open.

Mia placed the bag with the products she was taking inside the other seat as she got in the car, then responded.

“You’ll drive me across the popular mall and supermarkets in the city," Mia instructed her designated driver for the day.

“Alright, madam, sit tight," the woman said as she started the hovercar and set up the map, which began pinpointing their destinations with a green, bold dot.

The hover car soared into the sky and moved forward at a steady pace toward the nearest destination. Mia leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes, calming her mind for the meeting ahead.

She was filled with anticipation, a little nervous; the feeling reminded her of the first deal she had successfully closed after much frustration and snobbery from her business associates.

‘It’s been years since I have felt this way,’ Mia reminisced, feeling that seven years had flown by so quickly; she had gradually come to terms with their betrayal and was even grateful that she had left that cold-hearted, backstabbing place called family.

Here, she could do whatever she wanted without any expectations, schemes, or condescending attitudes directed at her. Instead, she was given the freedom to carry out her plans and enough flowing funds to make things twice as easy.

Twenty minutes passed, and her thoughts were interrupted by her driver’s words. “Madam, we are here. I’ll be waiting for you in the parking lot.”

Mia hummed casually and stepped out of the car with her bag in hand, after informing the manager of her arrival.

She walked purposefully into the busy mall, waited a few minutes at the entrance, and then pushed through the small crowd of people.

Mia looked at her hologram screen for the third time, her eyes scanning the crowd for the person sent to pick her up. However, she couldn’t spot them, and no one approached her, causing her to walk around aimlessly.

She didn’t want to run around like a headless chicken, so she stopped a staff member supervising the robots as they sorted and returned misplaced items to their proper shelves, and asked for directions.

“Good day, how can I reach your manager’s office? I have business with her.’’

Mia frowned, both puzzled and irritated that the person assigned to escort her to the meeting room had yet to approach her, despite being informed of her arrival.

The staff paused what he was doing and looked at Mia with a bored expression before responding in a flat, emotionless tone. “Go left, take the elevator, and stop at the last floor, then ask for the manager.”

He went back to work, ignoring Mia’s presence completely. Mia murmured a thank-you, followed his words, and reached her destination just as the elevator door opened with a slight squeak.

She stepped out into a quieter area where no items were for sale. This floor was dedicated solely to offices, each with a brief walk to the next. Every office had a silver tag displaying its room name.

Mia looked at the tags and paused at the doorway, where a manager’s badge hung. She knocked and waited for someone inside to answer.

Inside, a middle-aged woman lay sprawled across a green couch, her legs propped up on a stool. A young man in his twenties stood behind her, massaging her shoulders, an ingratiating smile curving his lips.

“Manager, please, I—” His words were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, and the woman frowned and straightened up. The young man withdrew his hand with a guilty expression.

“Enter,” the woman called out. The doorknob turned, and Mia stepped inside. A glint flickered in the manager’s eyes before a perfunctory smile curved her lips, though her voice remained polite and respectful.

“Miss Mia, you’re here. Welcome, welcome, have a seat.” The woman stood up, motioned for the chair beside the desk, then walked to the other side and sat down.

Mia’s expression stayed neutral despite the woman’s enthusiasm, and she took her seat.

“Mrs. Clyde, I had to find my own way to your office. Was I invisible, or was my appearance too ordinary to be recognized by the person you claimed was waiting for me?” Mia asked, her tone cool and controlled. Her gaze was sharp as she looked at the woman, carrying the quiet authority of someone who had once stood at the pinnacle of the business world.

The woman’s heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head, momentarily losing her composure under Mia’s piercing gaze. But remembering the orders from above to ensure the deal fell through, she straightened, forcing a tight, unnatural smile.

“I apologize on behalf of my staff, but I’m sorry we can’t place your product on the shelf—there’s no available space, and the aristocrats have issued orders not to take on new business deals for now... the city’s competition is getting fierce.’’

Helplessness shadowed the woman’s face as she explained the challenges she faced and firmly declined Mia’s business proposal.

Mia’s eyes narrowed slightly. She had noticed the subtle cue in the woman’s body language, revealing that her words were laced with half-truths and that this wasn’t the real reason for her refusal.

Her gaze kept darting away, unable to meet Mia’s directly, and her fingers gripped the armrest too tightly. Mia didn’t call her out, but rose to her feet, unwilling to waste another second in the room—she had other meetings to attend.

The woman washed her hands, and her tense body relaxed; she leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh of relief. “Fortunately, she accepted and left without making a fuss.”

She had intended to try the product after conducting a series of tests. However, ten minutes ago, she received instructions from her superior to decline the deal as politely as possible, so that the other party would not be offended.

She deliberately avoided sending anyone to pick her up, hoping she would leave in anger and avoid meeting Mia entirely. Surprisingly, the woman ended up finding her office on her own.