Chapter 134 Feeling Something's Wrong
Deleting the surveillance records could still be recovered.
But if the surveillance was turned off, it would be a bit troublesome to investigate...
"Miss Medici, who do you think betrayed the company?" Abigail couldn't figure it out.
Benjamin's face quickly appeared in Abella's mind. "There's still no evidence now. For tomorrow's launch, you can..."
Abella whispered something to Abigail, who listened and started to doubt herself, "I-I'm afraid I can't do it..."
"You can do it," Abella patted her shoulder, giving her great confidence, "I believe in you."
After Abigail left, Abella pulled up the surveillance footage from that day and indeed, someone had tampered with the evidence.
Among all the deletion modes, human deletion was the easiest to recover because the internal format of the hard drive had only undergone one change. Following specific rules, the data could be easily restored.
Abella's slender fingers danced on the keyboard, and soon, all the previously deleted content appeared before her eyes.
Abella saw a familiar figure entering her office.
It was indeed Benjamin!
The office was empty at the time, and he had stayed there for so long without anyone knowing. There was no need to guess - he was most likely taking secret photos of the drafts.
When he left the office, his hands were empty, but the way he carried himself with pride...
Abella's scheme seems to have succeeded, even his footsteps are filled with confidence and enthusiasm.
Without any hesitation, Abella tapped her fingers a few more times and disconnected his office's exclusive wifi.
Meanwhile-
Benjamin had just finished a phone call when he noticed that his wifi had disconnected. After reconnecting, he sat back in his chair and sipped his tea.
He completely failed to notice that the wifi he had just connected to was specially prepared by Abella for him.
Abella easily invaded his phone while he was replying to a voice message from someone named Andrew. "That blondie said she has a way to solve this. She's young and thinks that by making bold statements and tough talk, she can prove herself. Little does she know that even if you or I were to intervene, we would be powerless in the face of the current predicament."
"If she dares to release the same designs tomorrow, I will sue her until she's bankrupt."
"Hahaha..." Benjamin chuckled as he tasted the rich red tea. "Don't worry, she knows the consequences of releasing new designs."
"With Abigail's design talent, I wanted to bring her under my wing. Unfortunately, those who can't be bought are mere pawns to us."
"She will soon be eating prison food. However, it's already an honor for her that something she, a nobody, drew caught Andrew's attention and even helped him gain fame and fortune."
Abella copied down these conversations, as well as their previous chat records, as evidence.
By searching through the chat records, she discovered that on the day of Abigail's father's anniversary, they had just left the office and Benjamin had entered to secretly take pictures of the designs. There were a total of 23 designs, all of which were sent to Andrew, matching the time and style of the sketches.
This was solid evidence!
After a while, Benjamin listened to a tune, changed the tea pot, and while drinking, he contacted the CEO of The Clothes Company, Rachel Burne, to discuss a bribe.
"Rachel, I have given you the best design drafts from our company. I heard that the finished products you made have already sold thousands, soon to reach tens of thousands. According to the agreed commission..."
"Don't worry," Rachel quickly replied, "You'll get your 30%. But as we previously agreed, once you regain the CEO position, you should help us out at The Clothes Company."
"Naturally!" Benjamin leisurely replied, "We're all on the same team, I know what to do."
...
Abella scanned all the software on his phone and copied down all the useful information, then called Joseph.
"Go and bring Benjamin here."
Joseph hurried off to get him.
After a while, Benjamin swaggered in, "Miss Medici, I suppose you want to know how to solve the predicament in front of you?"
Before Abella could speak, Benjamin sat down across from her, confident.
With a smile, Benjamin thought, "If I were you, I would submit my resignation letter honestly and ask the headquarters to step in..."
"So, Benjamin wants my position? Emphasizing resignation time and time again... Do you think you can handle it?" Abella smirked, exuding confidence.
"Hm," Benjamin found it amusing, "You are the one who can't handle it, right? If you can't deliver the goods tomorrow, let's see how you explain it to everyone!"
"You don't need to worry about that, Benjamin."
Abella threw a stack of reports in front of him, "These are the reimbursement forms for every month since the company opened. I've reviewed them, and on average, you spend over one hundred thousand each month, especially this month, where there are thirteen receipts totaling thirteen hundred thousand. What kind of clients are you entertaining with such extravagant expenses?"
"Isn't it written here? Miss Medici can't read? Do you need me to read each one to you?" Benjamin leaned back in his chair, looking casual, "Like this month, we entertained thirteen clients, spending thirteen hundred thousand. On average, it's about ten thousand per client..."
"On the first receipt, on the 3rd of this month, you met Logan Doyle from Switch. You had dinner with him, played golf, steamed in the sauna, spending over nine thousand."
Benjamin adopted a rogue appearance, "Is there a problem? I treated him to a meal so that he would cooperate with us long-term... You, a little girl, wouldn't understand these social obligations..."
"But this month, Logan Doyle's wife gave birth overseas, and Logan Doyle went abroad, not in the country."
As soon as Benjamin heard this, his expression changed slightly.
"This is the information I found." Abella turned the computer screen towards him, showing photos of Logan Doyle's life overseas.
"On the second receipt, on the 7th of this month, you met Mr. Collins from the Rubber Company. You treated him to a seafood feast, sang at KTV, and had a foot bath, spending thirteen thousand."
Benjamin became uneasy, "So what?"
"On the 6th, Mr. Collins had just been to the emergency room because of kidney stones, high uric acid, and gout. He received an IV in the hospital. There was no way he could have joined you for a seafood feast on the 7th."
Benjamin's face turned a bit unpleasant, "Do you have evidence?"
"Since I called you here, naturally, I have enough evidence," Abella continued, "On the third receipt, on the 9th of this month, you invited Mrs. Watson from Fashion Magazine for coffee, a massage, and a hot spring, spending fourteen thousand."
"And then?"
"Mrs. Watson was on a business trip. From the 7th to the 11th of this month, she was not in New York."
Benjamin had finally realized that the situation was not good. Without realizing it, he straightened his posture, no longer as brazen as before.
"These are the evidence of your false expenses over the past year." Abella clicked the mouse, and hundreds of files appeared on the screen.
She lightly hooked her lips and asked, "Is there anything else Benjamin wants to say?"
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