"Alright," Sheryl Lancaster responded with a bashful smile.
Jared Quinn turned and entered the eting room; it wasn’t filled with old shareholders, but with Harold Chapman, Leon Rivers, Timothy Lockwood, and the others.
"Have you found out?" Jared Quinn sat down.
"According to the blood sample taken from the hospital that day, it is indeed," Leon Rivers began.
"Not that," Jared Quinn’s voice was cold. "Harold Chapman."
Leon Rivers: "..."
Darn it, don’t you care about this matter? This concerns Timmy.
"We investigated. According to the investigation, it’s true that the second young master, Titus Quinn, has been contacting a certain faction. Our people only found out about his contact with soone, but the trail went cold, and we didn’t dig up whom he’s behind," Harold Chapman said, his expression a bit heavy.
The talks with Zetania were urgent, yet things here were escalating rapidly.
"It didn’t just break off in the middle; you were discovered," a chilling and murderous glint flashed in Jared Quinn’s eyes, the kind that hadn’t appeared for a long ti and carried a bloody scent.
Harold Chapman was slightly shocked imdiately. His subordinates were all handpicked, rigorously trained, and even if the opponent was formidable, it shouldn’t have been this easy to be found out.
"I’m confident in my people; they absolutely wouldn’t be that easily discovered," Harold Chapman replied. "Unless... unless there are already several insiders here, and our actions are under others’ control."
"Damn," Leon Rivers couldn’t help but curse; it’s been a long ti since anything this thrilling had occurred.
Here, they almost entirely controlled the territory; it had been ages since they encountered such a cat-and-mouse ga.
The more thrilling, the more exciting,
"Their aim is likely not that simple," Harold Chapman cautioned, "It seems we need to be more cautious."
Leon Rivers and Harold Chapman simultaneously looked toward the man at the head of the table. At such a critical mont, Jared Quinn pressed his crimson lips together, and those cold, terrifying eyes were fixed on his phone, as if he wished it could bore a hole.
"Uh... Quinn, if you’re worried about your wife, should I go find her first? I’ll protect her; you all can rest easy and focus on the issues," Timothy Lockwood stood up.
Jared Quinn had already picked up his phone and dialed lody Thorne’s number. He thought that young lady needed to know that no matter who Timmy was with, no matter if he let Sheryl Lancaster into Quinn Corporation, her position couldn’t be shaken by anyone!
The call connected, but no one answered.
He called twice more, still no answer.
"I’ll check her geographic location right away," Harold Chapman opened the computer beside him. He could easily break into soone else’s computer, let alone check a small location.
"President," Simon Sutton entered from outside, his face not looking good. "Miss Lancaster suddenly fainted for unknown reasons."
Harold Chapman and Leon Rivers exchanged a glance, both standing up simultaneously. "Quinn, if you’re worried about your wife, go ahead; leave that woman to the two of us. Rest assured, we’ll definitely wake her up."
"I’ll leave her to you," Jared Quinn rose, and quickly scanned the location Harold Chapman had just found: the Thorne Family!
Leon Rivers and Harold Chapman entered the office where Sheryl Lancaster lay on the sofa, her face pale, eyes tightly shut.
"Should we take her to the hospital?" Simon Sutton asked.
PS: Babies, please don’t misunderstand the male lead, okay?
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