“You found out?” Lorelei’s face turned pale in an instant, her body trembling as she repeated, “Don’t call the police, don’t call the police, I’ll leave immediately.”
She knew the gravity of stealing classified business information.
Millions in dollars!
Enough to set her up for years.
Without a word of defense, she hastily ran away.
She thought Isabella Turner had let her off the hook out of old friendship, but as they reached the elevator, Robin Bailey suddenly asked, “Did you deceive her?”
“Um… Boss, you figured it out?” Lorelei stammered, looking at Robin Bailey.
“Yeah. If you really had the video and knew about this in advance, you wouldn’t have suffered those losses.” Robin Bailey remarked.
It was a loophole.
Lorelei was too panicked to notice.
“Yes.”
Isabella Turner’s expression darkened slightly as she admitted, “I don’t have a video, I just noticed her recent behavior changes – better clothes, more expensive makeup. I tested her and it turned out to be true. I didn’t expect my most trusted secretary to betray me. Perhaps my failure has a reason.”
She felt hurt.
She didn’t expect Lorelei to betray her.
“If the secretary leaves, we can hire another, but if the boss loses trust, there’s no way forward.” Robin Bailey remarked casually.
He didn’t offer encouragement to Isabella Turner.
After all, if something as small as this could bring her down, there was no need to continue the enterprise.
Just like Elise Houry in the past.
Subjected to various attacks!
But she persevered in the end.
Of course, Elise Houry had one advantage over Isabella Turner – she had a follower who stuck by her side, Priya Bates, who had been working for Elise Houry since college and was now the executive secretary at Landview Inc.
She held a lower position compared to Elise Houry in Landview Inc.
Lorelei, on the other hand, didn’t have that kind of luck.
Isabella Turner was taken aback by Robin Bailey’s response. She thought he would encourage her, but then she smiled, her eyes shining, saying, “Yes, if I lose even that bit of confidence, why would I stay here? I’ve made up my mind to overturn the Turner family as a woman.”
She had regained her confidence.
She understood now.
Robin Bailey glanced at her approvingly. She was worth the trouble he took to visit. Soon they entered the office, with Robin Bailey sitting on the office chair and Isabella Turner, clad in a white shirt and a pencil skirt, standing by.
It was a different look, and it had its own charm.
Quite sexy.
At that moment, Isabella Turner appeared like a secretary, holding a document and reporting, “Boss, I have taken the money you gave me and gone to repay the debts one by one. However, one company refused to accept the payment. Moreover, that company set a trap in the wording of the contract, altering our company’s copy of the contract. If my guess is correct, Lorelei stole it.”
She was no fool.
She knew the immediate priority was to repay the debts, or else the interest would keep accumulating. But when she tried to settle the debts, one company outright refused and also altered the terms of the contract, imposing exorbitant interest rates.
The copy of the contract in their possession had gone missing, and when she checked the surveillance footage, it was tampered within that period.
Only a few people in the company had access to the contract and the surveillance. Besides her, it was only a few executives or Lorelei. This was why she suspected Lorelei.
It was also the reason why Lorelei had fled so quickly – that contract could land her in prison for many years.
She had a soft spot after all. Lorelei had been by her side for many years.
But she lacked evidence to take legal action.
“Moreover, that company even threatened us. They demanded repayment, yet they refused.” Isabella Turner sighed.
Then came the banging sound from outside, and Isabella Turner’s face darkened, “They’re here again.”
Soon, the door was slammed open.
Several burly men escorted a slightly chubby man with sly eyes, who walked in and addressed Isabella Turner, “Miss Turner, why haven’t you repaid the money? You owe us a substantial sum, over four million dollars.”
Four million dollars!
In reality, Isabella Turner had borrowed forty thousand, but with compounding interest, it had escalated to this amount. Isabella Turner pulled out her bank card, “Here, swipe the card, four million.”
But the chubby boss acted as if he didn’t see the card, looking around and sneering, “Where’s the money? Isabella Turner, let me tell you, if you don’t repay today, tomorrow it’ll be eight million. You better think it over.”
Isabella Turner’s face darkened once again as she turned to Robin Bailey, “Boss, this is the situation – these people simply won’t accept repayment, and they’ve altered the contract. If this continues, our company…”
If this continued, even a big company couldn’t bear the burden.
“These must be the Turner family’s people.” Isabella Turner whispered to Robin Bailey.
At that moment, the chubby boss also noticed Robin Bailey, scrutinizing him and saying with a mocking tone, “So, you’re the one openly opposing the Wraith family? Admirable, admirable. You have no idea about the Wraith family, do you? Do you really think the Wraith family is as simple as it seems on the surface? Haha, you’re completely mistaken. But since you’re here, I’ll give you a chance. Come here tomorrow to collect the debt. If you don’t repay by tomorrow, it’ll be eight million. The day after, sixteen million, then thirty-two million…”
The chubby boss laughed twice and then left with his entourage.
He knew better than to mess with Robin Bailey, hence decided to leave.
But before they could take a few steps, a voice came from behind, “Why are you rushing to leave? We can repay the money today. No need to hurry.”
“Is that so?” The chubby boss turned around, sneering, “Where’s the money? I don’t see it.”
He repeated his act.
He knew this person was not someone to trifle with, however, he wasn’t a coward either. After all, he had a lot of people with him.
But he had severely underestimated Robin Bailey.
“The money is here!” Suddenly, a voice appeared behind him, causing him to pale. He felt a large hand press against his head, slamming him onto a coffee table.
Then a dagger swiftly pierced within a millimeter of his face.
Precise and accurate.
“My boss has a good temper, but mine isn’t as good.” It was Jeff Reczek who appeared.
This insignificant person wasn’t worth Robin Bailey’s attention, but with Jeff Reczek’s intervention, the chubby boss was drenched in sweat, utterly petrified.