"Is this the reason you’ve been distant from these days?"
Looking into Howard Geoffrey’s unfathomable black eyes, Becca slowly retreated with fear, murmuring, "I was too foolish to ever suspect my dad’s suicide... Howard, watching being played around by you like this, all these years, you must be quite pleased, right?"
Her words, so full of sarcasm, pierced through his heart like a sharp arrow.
Pain spread across his heart...
A sense of loss he had never felt before corroded the heart that beat for her.
Facing her questioning, he didn’t respond for a long ti, and just when she thought he had no way to defend himself, he finally spoke calmly, "You always convict without listening to my defense, Becca, has the passage of ti really changed you from the pure and kind-hearted Becca I once knew?"
Listening to Howard’s words, Becca slightly froze.
Howard, seemingly disappointed, turned and left the room once again.
"Skytop" Corporation.
Early in the morning, Jason Wood arrived at the CEO’s office.
Standing in front of the desk, observing the boss, Jason’s entire posture exuded caution, knowing the boss was in a bad mood today.
Standing nearby, Lisa Cecily was reporting the business schedule to Howard Geoffrey.
Jason waited until Lisa finished her report before speaking softly, "Boss."
Howard gestured for Lisa to leave.
After Lisa left, Jason spoke with trepidation, "Boss, it was my oversight that allowed Miss Quentin’s email to be hacked... I’ve already investigated it; the anonymous person who hacked Miss Quentin’s email had their own firewall, and the defense system I set up for Miss Quentin could not intercept the emails sent to her."
Howard sat behind his desk, leisurely watching Jason, asking, "Has the email been decrypted?"
Jason nodded, "It’s been decrypted... the email was sent to Miss Quentin by soone nad ’Carnation.’ I’ve already forwarded the content to your phone."
Howard picked up the phone from the desk.
Unexpectedly, the email contained no text, just an attached recording.
Howard pressed a button on the phone, and the recording began to play...
"Howard, I beg you to let Becca go, she’s innocent. Whatever anger or grievances you have, direct them at ... As long as you spare Becca, I’ll agree to whatever you want."
This was clearly Alexander Quentin’s voice.
"I’ll let your daughter go, as long as you pay for my father’s death with your life. I might consider sparing your daughter... But I must remind you, I have no patience; if you don’t die soon, it might be your precious daughter who suffers."
"Okay... I hope you keep your word."
The recording stopped there.
"Boss, the timing of this recording was when you were in France. It clearly attempts to create misunderstanding between you and Miss Quentin. I really can’t figure out who would have sent it?" Jason analyzed, "It shouldn’t be ’M,’ because she’s now focused entirely on Miss Robinson. It also can’t be Mr. Jones, because in his current battle against ’M,’ he wouldn’t have the ti to cause trouble between you and Miss Quentin. So, who could have sent this email to Miss Quentin?" Jason’s eyes were filled with doubt.
At this mont, Howard’s eyes showed a calculated chill, as he coolly stated, "I underestimated ’M’."
Jason’s eyes widened in surprise, "Boss, are you saying the person who sent the email to Miss Quentin is ’M’? But hasn’t she shifted her focus to Miss Robinson?"
Howard shook his head, "It looks like our act hasn’t fooled her or hasn’t fully convinced her yet."
Jason pondered carefully.
Indeed, there were many who wanted to sabotage the relationship between the boss and Miss Quentin, but it couldn’t be Miss Robinson or Mr. Jones, because every move by Miss Robinson was under their watch, and Mr. Jones simply doesn’t have the leeway to plot sothing like this at such a critical ti. Therefore, the instigator of this event could only be "M".
Thinking of this, Jason tapped his own forehead, "I’m so foolish, after following you for years, I still couldn’t see through this."
At this mont, Howard stood up, crossing his arms, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with a slight frown.
Jason approached Howard from behind and thoughtfully said, "Boss, there’s sothing I’m not sure if I should say..."
"Speak."
Jason softly uttered, "Boss, although you show ’care’ for Miss Alice, this surface-level concern lacks a genuine emotional bond, which is why M keeps testing Miss Quentin..."
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