"How could this be?!" Mr. Hoffman suddenly couldn’t catch his breath, darkness flashed before his eyes, and he almost passed out again.
Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman were so shocked that their eyes nearly popped out, their faces turning dark.
The Hoffman family had long been able to establish a foothold in Beijing, developing smoothly because they had relied on the inseparable and complicated ties with Red Alliance and Lincoln Hoffman.
Because of this relationship, even though there hadn’t been any close interaction between Red Alliance and Lincoln Hoffman over the years, outsiders remained wary of the Hoffman family.
Everyone in the top circles of Beijing wanted to win him over—let alone other families, they could only envy.
Red Alliance publicly disassociating with Lincoln Hoffman was undoubtedly like a public execution to the Hoffman family, a slap in the face that resounded loudly, bringing endless repercussions.
Lincoln Hoffman knew all too well the importance of Red Alliance. He stared intently at the statent on his phone, personally released by SUN of Red Alliance, posted on the Black Market, stating very clearly that Red Alliance had never intended to attract him, that there had been no interactions between him and Red Alliance in the recent years, and there would be none in the future...
Lincoln Hoffman stared at the last line intently, then raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth clinking as they collided, "It’s Phoebe."
Mr. Hoffman was pounding his chest; upon hearing this, he was stunned, "Phoebe?"
Mr. Hoffman, hands aimlessly at his sides, instinctively spoke up for his daughter, "How could this matter be related to Phoebe again, she..."
"She took the Trojan I gave her to research to the Ninth Institute to use, and it was caught by soone there—that was the reason she was expelled. She didn’t dare bring it back and tell us, but sohow Red Alliance found out..."
Lincoln Hoffman spoke rapidly and urgently, his face full of pain and regret, "The person who gave the Trojan had told it was only for research purposes and not to be used outside, which I had agreed to. How could I have imagined Phoebe would be so foolish to use Lizard’s Tail in the Ninth Institute. This is the punishnt from Red Alliance!"
After Lincoln Hoffman finished speaking, Mr. Hoffman closed his eyes, his aged face showing a look of regret, "The Hoffman family, how did we ever produce such a scourge! Such a scourge!"
Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman stood beside him, not daring to utter a word.
Lincoln Hoffman clenched both hands, unwilling to speak. Phoebe had really caused huge trouble this ti, practically bringing down doom upon the Hoffman family.
Yet, he still couldn’t understand—even if Phoebe had used Lizard’s Tail at The Ninth Institute, how could have Red Alliance known about it?
Why had @ilovebeingskinny suddenly reached out to him?
Moreover, this matter was ultimately not a big deal for Red Alliance, why had the always mysterious SUN co forward to issue the statent personally?
Lincoln Hoffman felt overwheld, with too many things to consider, all too chaotic; he couldn’t make sense of any clues.
He propped up his forehead, still not recovered from the shock of the bad news, when another phone call ca through—this ti from a representative involved in the Hoffman family’s investnt project.
"Mr. Hoffman, soone from the Business Administration just visited us, our project is under investigation, what should we do now..."
Lincoln Hoffman didn’t know how he ended the phone call, his heartbeat almost stopping; he hadn’t even hung up before he heard the frantic voice on the other end, endlessly asking what they should do.
But he was too distressed to answer, rely staring at Mr. Hoffman with his bloodshot eyes, his expression ugly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, "Dad, who on earth is Nathalie Quinlan from McKinney?"
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