Who knows what the chairman is thinking.
Clearly, the director is more capable and can manage the company better. So why choose the president, who’s so unreliable, to manage the company?
Even if there’s favoritism, for the company’s future, the director ought to be selected.
These thoughts, however, she could only dare to think in her heart.
After George put down the docunts, he turned to leave.
"Wait, I have sothing to ask you," Matthew Saxon lazily called him back.
George turned around and stood beside the desk.
Matthew Saxon stretched out a big lazy stretch, squinting his eyes, then got up and walked to the window, pulling open the blinds halfway with a swoosh.
Bright light suddenly stread into the dim room, its intensity making the eyes uncomfortable. Matthew squinted and waited for a while, before slowly opening his eyes.
He lazily yawned, as if still not having enough sleep: "How is she doing now?"
He didn’t specifically na nas, but George imdiately understood who he was asking about.
Thinking about Scarlett Yates’ situation over there, George was a bit worried if a cup would fly directly towards his head later.
He hesitated and said, "Miss Yates is doing... well over there, getting along very well with new colleagues."
Matthew raised an eyebrow: "Is that all? Are you sure you’re not deliberately hiding sothing from ?"
Having followed him for so many years, if George was hiding sothing and he couldn’t see it, then his observational skills would be too poor.
Glanced at by Matthew with a half-smile, George suddenly felt guilty: "There’s one more thing, which I thought Young Master might not like to hear, so I didn’t ntion it."
That’s probably the most important thing not ntioned.
Matthew squinted his eyes in a cold smile: "If you keep babbling, then get out."
"Miss Yates is currently sharing a rented place with soone outside, and the person she’s sharing with is... a male."
A chill swept over.
George shivered slightly, thinking this isn’t the most critical part yet; once the most crucial thing is said, that’ll really change everything.
"For Miss Yates’s safety, I had soone investigate that man, and I’ve brought the investigation results with today, Young Master you..."
A hand stretched out in front of him, Matthew with a sullen face and dangerous half-squinted eyes: "Hand it over."
George imdiately presented the investigation docunts with both hands.
Matthew’s face beca increasingly gloomy as he read, his gaze increasingly cold, and the atmosphere around him increasingly dangerous.
After a while, he lifted his head, face ashen.
The thin sheet of paper was squeezed by him into a ball, growing tighter.
Just now, on that sheet of paper, he saw a not-so-unfamiliar na.
Jimmy Scott.
He rembered this na, Stella Nelson and Scarlett Yates had both ntioned this person.
He was Scarlett’s senior in college, also a suitor of hers.
The information in the investigation was detailed, down to knowing the nas of the dog and cat at Jimmy Scott’s neighbor’s house.
Naturally, it detailed when Jimmy Scott started pursuing Scarlett, the thods he used to pursue, and how long he pursued her, all very clear.
It was precisely because the information was so clear, so detailed, that made Matthew increasingly angry as he read.
Damn it, what kind of nonsense is playing guitar and singing love songs under the dorm building. Such childish things can only deceive naive young girls, yet for this reason he’s been dubbed the "Prince of Love Songs" by hordes of won.
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