Chapter 59 Clues
The elevator doors slid open, and I shot Maxwell a dismissive glance, saying without a hint
of emotion, “You’re reading too much into it. He’s just worried I’ll obsess over you.” Any
man would think twice before approaching a pregnant, married woman. Idris’s line of
thinking was… immature.
Inside the office, Maxwell’s appointment was all set. The shareholders had no objections,
and the entire company had been informed.
“I’ve scoured every customs record, but there’s no sign of Caleb and Benett. They
probably haven’t had the chance to leave the country yet, and the police are on the
lookout too,” Uncle Marcus finished, turning to me. “There’s something else about
Benett
I looked at my uncle, asking, “What is it?”
Uncle Marcus handed me a few photographs, explaining, “A while back, someone spotted
Benett at the coffee shop downstairs with a woman. They seemed quite close. It’s likely
his mistress.”
As I studied the photos, I was reminded of Sophia’s words. Benett had a mistress and even
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇta child with her. It seemed Sophia’s words were not just idle chatter.
That day at Sophia’s house, when Idris and I were about to leave, Sophia had mentioned
that Scott Corporation was headed for trouble. Could it be that Sophia had known
something all along? Maybe she was not just spouting nonsense, but trying to
warn me.
Massaging my temples, I turned to Uncle Marcus. “Benett is likely with this woman now,
and they have a child. Uncle Marcus, have someone monitor the customs. Look out for any
information about a family of three, and keep an eye on Benett’s wife, Sophia. She’s
probably still in the country, most likely in Lake City. Have someone search for her, and
see what they can find. Also, find out about this woman who’s close to Benett, especially
where she lives. Have someone tail her for a few days. We might be able to locate Benett
that way.”
“Understood!” Uncle Marcus nodded, shared some updates about the company, and then
left.
Maxwell had been going through the company’s files. After Uncle Marcus left, he looked at
me, his brows furrowed. “You probably know more about the state of Scott Corporation
than I do. I’m not sure if I can help you salvage the situation, but I can promise you that I’ll
do my best.”
I was aware of the state of Scott Corporation, besieged by troubles both internal and
external. It was already commendable that Maxwell chose to stay.
I nodded, looking at him. “I’m grateful that you’re staying
He arched an eyebrow, his expressive eyes studying me. “But don’t be so gloomy. If Scott
Corporation really can’t hold up, you still have the Youngs, don’t you? If all else fails, I
could always go back to Wall Street and make money to support you.”
The conversation was taking an Increasingly ambiguous turn, and we had known each
other for less than ten days.
“No need for that.” I chuckled. “Even if Scott Corporation hits rock bottom, I can keep
myself afloat by washing dishes. It’s you I’m worried about, wasting your bright future for
nothing.”
He snorted, dropping the documents onto the table. “Enough of that,” he said, “Let’s stop
beating around the bush and discuss our next move.”
I nodded, feeling a bit foggy from the overload of recent events. Rubbing my temples, I
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmasked, “Do you have a plan?” He nodded. “The biggest issue for Scott Corporation right
now is the hemorrhaging of funds. It’s seriously affecting our operations. Let’s split the
job. I’ll stabilize the company’s internal operations, and you’ll focus on recovering the lost
funds. Caleb and Benett made off with a hefty sum, and they won’t be able to spend it all
in a year or two. So, our priority is to find them and reclaim our money. You know Lake City
better than I do, so you’ll have an easier time tracking them down.”
I had no objections to his plan and nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll leave the company in
your hands.”
He raised an eyebrow, leaning back into the plush leather sofa in the office. “If you’re
looking for a way to thank me, how
Chapter 59 Clues
about dinner? I haven’t had a proper meal in days. This lifestyle is running me ragged.”
Seeing his dramatics, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, what do you feel like eating?
Dinner’s on me tonight.”
He turned to look at me, a grin on his face. “Are you cooking?”
I paused, taken aback. “My cooking isn’t exactly gourmet. I doubt it’ll be to your liking “I
rarely cooked, and my culinary skills were average to say the least.