"Soone is..." Vivian Abbey was about to speak when Sienna Johnson glanced at Pauline Briggs. Considering Pauline’s temperant, she said, "Let’s talk on the way!"
"Yes!"
Vivian Abbey called Mr. Leonard to get the car ready imdiately, informing him that Sienna Johnson wanted to go out. Watching her daughter about to leave, Pauline Briggs reminded her, "Sienna, didn’t you say you had a prenatal checkup this afternoon? What happened that’s so urgent? You can delegate it to your subordinates; you don’t need to make a special trip."
Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory’s newly appointed General Manager was Benjamin Harris, a man in his thirties. Although young, he was exceptionally capable. Furthermore, Benjamin Harris’s father-in-law was a section-level official in the Sileria City Health Bureau. If it were a minor issue, Benjamin Harris would definitely not have disturbed her at this ti.
"It’s fine; I can reschedule. You and Auntie Ingrid should head back first," Sienna said.
"But..."
Sienna Johnson left with Vivian Abbey, leaving Tessa Harrington at the office to attend to Pauline Briggs. Seeing Pauline Briggs’s concern, Tessa Harrington smiled and consoled her, "Auntie Briggs, please don’t worry. It’ll be alright. Our President Johnson is incredibly capable, even more so than Superman. There’s nothing she can’t solve."
Pauline Briggs smiled faintly at the vivacious and endearing girl. "You certainly have a way with words, young lady."
"Hehe, I talk a lot. My mom says I must have been mute in my previous life, so now that I can finally speak in this life, my mouth just can’t stop. When I was in primary school, I could even perform a solo crosstalk act during school celebrations..."
She really is quite chatty... Pauline Briggs thought.
On the way to Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, Vivian Abbey reported what she had learned over the phone to Sienna Johnson. The information wasn’t detailed, and Sienna Johnson still had many questions.
"Call Manager Harris and ask him what exactly is going on."
Three people had co to Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory: a middle-aged couple and a child. They claid their child had died after taking the factory’s dicine. The child’s parents, dressed in mourning clothes, were causing a scene at the entrance of Eastminster Group, and the dia had also arrived.
"President Johnson, you might have forgotten, Manager Harris is on annual leave. Deputy Manager Chris is currently in charge of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory’s daily operations."
"No wonder it has escalated to this point!"
If Benjamin Harris had been present, the situation wouldn’t have deteriorated to this extent.
I really didn’t want to hire this Deputy Manager, Sienna Johnson thought.
The Deputy Manager of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, Amos Carter, had a father who was the Director of the Sileria City Health Bureau. As a pharmaceutical factory, they frequently interacted with the Health Bureau. Soone had put in a word for him, allowing Amos Carter to join through connections. He had worked for less than a year before being promoted to Deputy Manager.
Fortunately, when Willard Harris was around, he could keep him in check. Sienna Johnson just considered it as having another idle person on the payroll.
"Deputy Manager Chris is quite useful sotis," Vivian Abbey remarked, as if she knew sothing.
Sienna Johnson sighed. "Yes, at least he’s not just so wealthy good-for-nothing."
At noon, the hottest ti of the day, the sunlight was glaring, making everything appear a blinding white. Mr. Leonard knew Sienna Johnson was anxious, so he drove quite fast.
Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory was located in the suburbs. Even driving at 15 miles per hour, it took them more than half an hour to arrive.
"President Johnson, there’s a large crowd gathered there. Perhaps you shouldn’t go over. I’m not sure how those people will react when they see you; they might try to harm you," Mr. Leonard said, slowing the car down, to Sienna Johnson in the back seat.
From a distance, they could see a group of people holding a white banner with blood-red words: "Pharmaceutical Factory Kills, Return My Son’s Life!"
Two people in mourning clothes were kneeling on the ground. Beside them lay a figure covered with a white cloth, presumably their son.
"President Johnson, there are even reporters here... These reporters are incredibly well-inford. We only just received the news, and they’re already here."
This situation probably isn’t that simple, Sienna Johnson mused.
Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory was a legitimate, large-scale pharmaceutical factory. Every type of dicine they produced had to pass rigorous inspections before being released. Even if a dication wasn’t effective, it certainly wouldn’t be fatal.
What made Sienna Johnson more suspicious was that dical disputes usually targeted hospitals, as doctors prescribed the dication. Why would they target the pharmaceutical factory?
Mr. Leonard parked the car by the roadside, not driving over.
Sienna Johnson also didn’t dare to approach rashly, as she was unclear how such a situation might unfold.
Sienna Johnson tried calling Adrian Desmond, but the call wouldn’t connect. Truly unreliable, always failing at critical monts, she thought.
So, Sienna Johnson called Walter Klein. Walter Klein answered quickly.
"Madam, the Sixth Master is currently in a eting and cannot take your call at the mont. If you have any urgent matters, please tell , and I will relay them to the Sixth Master."
"Alright. Tell Adrian Desmond I have sothing to deal with here, so he doesn’t need to co to the company to find for now. I’ll talk to him about it when he returns."
"Yes!"
"Do you have the phone numbers for the bodyguards the Sixth Master arranged for ?"
"Yes, I do."
"Send them to my phone."
"Okay, I’ll text them to your phone right away."
"Mm."
As soon as Walter Klein’s text ssage arrived, Sienna Johnson opened it. It contained a phone number and a na.
"Tran?" Sienna Johnson dialed the bodyguard’s number.
"Yes, Madam!" The man’s voice was steady, but his Chinese was stiff, even worse than Brett Jacobs’s. Seeing he was struggling to speak, Sienna Johnson switched to the Amwan Language to communicate.
"Where are you all right now?"
"We are near you."
"Can you co out and et now?" Sienna Johnson looked around but couldn’t see any sign of the bodyguards.
"We cannot!"
"Why?"
"The Sixth Master ordered us to protect you covertly!"
"If you co out, you can’t protect anymore?" Sienna Johnson couldn’t understand Adrian Desmond’s logic.
"If we co out, we’ll be exposed!"
"Alright." Although Sienna Johnson didn’t understand their reasoning, she didn’t press further. She explained her current situation: "I need to go to the factory to handle a dical dispute. I only have my secretary and a driver with . If I go over there now, can you ensure my safety?"
"We can!"
"Good!"
After hanging up, feeling more confident, Sienna Johnson instructed Mr. Leonard to drive over.
When Deputy Manager Chris saw Sienna Johnson’s car, he shouted, "Everyone, quiet down! Our President Johnson is here!" His tone was that of soone who had just seen their savior.
Sienna Johnson felt a dislike for this man.
Vivian Abbey got out and opened the car door for Sienna Johnson, holding a hand over Sienna’s head to prevent her from bumping it. As Sienna Johnson stepped out, reporters’ caras flashed continuously, their eyes gleaming with the excitent of capturing a major news story.
"President Johnson, this couple claims their son died after taking dicine produced by your factory. What are your thoughts on this matter?" a reporter asked.
"I’ve just arrived and am not aware of the specific situation, so I can’t answer your question right now," Sienna Johnson replied.
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