Chapter 185
"Did you review the report I sent about the prototypes?" Penelope asked as they entered the sitting room.
"I just returned from the Tower branch after inspecting them. You've outdone yourself again, Baroness," Pablo replied, his tone filled with admiration.
"You think they'll sell well, don't you?"
"Extremely well. I anticipate that no matter how much we ramp up production, demand will outstrip supply for quite some time. They might even surpass the popularity of the hairdryer."
Penelope’s face lit up at Pablo’s confidence. She had a good feeling about this venture; everything seemed to point to success.
To prepare for this, Penelope had collaborated with the Magic Tower to establish a workshop on Halo’s outskirts specifically for manufacturing irons and spin dryers. The dwarves had also joined the effort, their expertise crucial in crafting the spin dryer drums. The influx of jobs in Halo was attracting skilled artisans from across the empire.
"This time, I plan to start with a large-scale production," Penelope said decisively.
"A wise decision," Pablo agreed. "If we produce in small quantities like before, customers will have to endure long waiting times, and that could harm their satisfaction."
The two shared ideas enthusiastically, while Ahwin stood nearby, shooting Pablo a dissatisfied glance.
They seem to get along too well, Ahwin thought.
Unlike other noblewomen, Penelope was highly personable. While she avoided the spotlight, she had no hesitation in approaching individuals, a trait that often caught people off guard. It was as if she had consciously learned to balance ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) her introversion with social skills.
Even when we first met, she was straightforward about everything, Ahwin recalled. Despite knowing little about him, she had offered gentle but firm advice, her concern evident. Perhaps that had been the moment he started to feel drawn to her.