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Chapter 621

“Mineral water is just distilled water. It does nothing apart from quenching your thirst. Plain-boiled water has better

nutrients than mineral water,” Nora explained sternly. She then picked up the thermos from the table and shook it

in front of Chandler. “Make sure you finish this later. It soothes your throat.”

“What's that?” Chandler knitted his brows, eyeing Nora with suspicion.

“It's peppermint tea, and it tastes good. You were suffering from throat discomfort just a while ago, right? Taking

too many medicines is harmful to your body, so I looked up the internet and found that this can cure coughing. It's

great for your throat,” explained Nora while adjusting her glasses. “You're planning to publish an album, right? With

the current condition of your throat, you'll suffer from long-term effects if you don't take care of your throat.”

After listening to Nora's explanation which sounded extremely professional, Chandler extended his hand and said,

“Give it to me. Let me have a look.”

Nora instantly broke into a smile and uncapped the thermos for Chandler. “Take a whiff. It has a refreshing sweet

smell, right?”

Chandler leaned closer and inhaled deeply, catching a whiff of a faint refreshing sweet smell. “Pour some for me to

try.”

Humming a response, Nora took the cup she brought along and was about to pour some when she heard the

director shouting, “Chandler, we're going to shoot the next scene.”

“I have to go. I'll come back and drink it later,” informed Chandler before striding away.

Meanwhile, Nora watched him leave, putting down the thermos and screwing the cap back on it.

Things had not been peaceful at Faymon Group for the past few days. A tense atmosphere enshrouded the entire

company.

In fact, Curtis had a grim expression the moment he stepped into Faymon Group.

As soon as he exited the elevator, Robin, who had been waiting outside, approached. Before Robin could even say

anything, Curtis asked, “What did Yartran's Civil Engineering Bureau say?”

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“Our colleagues at Yartran say the Civil Engineering Bureau has labeled today's incident as an illegal operation.”

With that, Robin handed Curtis a faxed document. “Please take a look at this document. It contains the comments

from Yartran's Civil Engineering Bureau.”

Curtis took the document and quickly looked through it before returning it to Robin. “Did you inform the

representative of Jupiter Builders?”

“We tried contacting him, but no one could get a hold of him.” The second Robin finished his sentence, Curtis halted

in his tracks and turned around to stare at the former, who hung his head low and did not dare to utter a single

word.

After some time, Curtis asked in a low voice, “Why didn't you report such an important matter to me?” His tone was

thick with anger.

“Well, Mr. Chapman kept it from us in the beginning. In fact, I just found out about this from the other employees,”

Robin said softly, clearly sounding not confident.

Curtis' already gloomy expression turned even colder, so much so that Robin could not help but shudder as the

surrounding temperature seemed to drop.

Meanwhile, Bruno and the other shareholders were waiting for Curtis' arrival in the emergency conference room.

Sitting opposite Bruno was the veteran shareholder of Faymon Group, Hank Queens.

He was over eighty years old and had a headful of gray hair, but his countenance looked much younger. One

glance at his face would make people think he was around ten years younger than his actual age.

“When is Mr. Faymon coming?” Hank rested his arms on his walking stick while constantly throwing glances at the

door to the conference room.

“He should be here soon,” someone responded.

In the meantime, Curtis was alone in the CEO's office. He had just ended a phone call and was holding his phone. A

hostile aura enveloped him as he said nothing for a long time.

Robin, who was waiting behind him, did not dare to make a single sound.

“Who was the one who informed Hayden?” Curtis queried after moments of silence.

“It was Mr. Jameson who contacted Mr. Farwell,” answered Robin.

A murderous glint flashed across Curtis' eyes when he heard that. A while later, he instructed, “Tell them today's

meeting is postponed.”

Upon hearing that, Robin widened his eyes and stammered, “B-But Mr. Queens is attending today's meeting, too.”

To Robin's dismay, Curtis shoved his phone into his pocket and uttered indifferently, “Don't bother about him.”

In fact, Hank's presence was precisely the reason why the meeting had to be postponed.

Robin knew there was no changing Curtis' mind. At the same time, he also knew Curtis would never make a wrong

decision. “I'll inform them now.”

Rayna, who was at the Faymon residence, was viewing the video Larry had sent. After confirming the person in the

video was Chandler, she was at ease.

As she was about to put down her phone, a piece of news related to Faymon Group popped up on her screen. It

piqued her interest, so she tapped on it.

The link directed her to an eight-minute video of an interview taken at Yartran.

Rayna was aware that Faymon Group had a newly-developed real estate project at Yartran. However, she knew

little about the details.

After all, she never really concerned herself about Faymon Group's issues.

Curtis, on the other hand, barely mentioned anything about the company whenever he returned home.

Since he did not bring up anything, she decided not to ask.

The host of the interview was describing in detail how Faymon Group's real estate projects were operated illegally,

how the company had abused its power as the organizer to hire workers without construction qualifications and

work experience, and so on.

Rayna's expression darkened when she finished watching the entire video. Frowning, she murmured, “Why didn't he

say anything when such a major matter happened?”

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This isn't the first time a landslide happened at their construction site. And now, they're even exposed for

appointing internal construction workers to be in charge of the engineering team. Such a thing only needs to

happen once to make Faymon Group a laughingstock to the public.

The more Rayna thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Hence, she dialed Curtis' number, but no one

answered it after a long time.

She tried again, but to no avail.

In the end, Rayna dialed Robin's number, which was answered after two rings. “Where's your boss?” Rayna's tone

was laced with displeasure.

“Mr. Faymon...” Robin cautiously stole a glance at the man still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Gulping, he answered, “He's in a meeting.”

With that, the call ended with a click from the other end of the line. Robin could not help but frown as he eyed the

phone on the table.

In the meantime, Rayna stared at the phone screen for a long time while standing under the pavilion in the Faymon

residence's courtyard. She then got up and marched into the house with the phone.

“Mr. Jovan, the official document from the Civil Engineering Bureau is here,” said the secretary, Ivan Yakov, while

handing the man an envelope made of kraft paper. “This was found in the mailbox today.”

The man reached out to take the envelope and examined both sides of it before saying, “This isn't an envelope

from Yartran.”

Yartran, too, had envelopes made of kraft paper. However, the design was completely different.

“Indeed. This envelope isn't from Yartran. I've already gotten someone to look into this. Apparently, only Chanaea

and Moranta are the only countries that produce these kind of envelopes, while Hawen once imported a large

amount of it,” explained Ivan.

Since Yartran produced its own kraft paper envelopes, the country never imported them from other countries.

On top of that, kraft paper envelopes were mostly used to deliver political documents. To make them more

distinguishable from common business documents, companies would not use kraft paper envelopes to contain their

documents.