Chapter 71 He's Not Involved at All
'stop..." Benjamin tried to stop him. "If we call the police now, regardless of whether these meals have problems or not, the reputation of the group will suffer a loss!"
"Oh? So, Benjamin, in your opinion, how should we handle this?" Abella looked at him with great interest.
"As long as you apologize to Hunter, and we can let this matter go for the sake of my reputation."
Abella smirked. 'really? According to Benjamin, what should we do then? Just forget that this ever happened?"
Abella found it amusing and gave Joseph a confident look. Joseph dialed 110.
"You..." Benjamin was quite angry. This darn girl refuses to accept the toast and pays the forfeit! Fine, she wants to report to the police right? There are people they know at the station too. Does this girl think the police station is her own, and that all the police officers will listen to her?
Too naive.
He took out his phone and sent a WhatsApp message...
Several police officers arrived, led by a newcomer. He heard about the situation and instructed someone to take samples of all the ingredients in the kitchen for testing.
"Oh, by the way," Abella hacked into the surveillance system with her phone and restored all the deleted history, one by one. "I have sent the surveillance from the past year to your official email."
"Miss Medici, you have gone through so much trouble for such a small matter!" Officer Mason was polite. "Please rest assured that if the test results show that the ingredients they used are substandard, we will take legal action!"
Violating food safety laws not only results in fines and license revocations, but serious offenders can also go to jail.
On the side, Benjamin had a bad feeling when he heard this. "Brother, are you new here? Why didn't I see Reece Price today?"
"Do you know him?" The Police glanced at Benjamin, with a dismissive tone. "He was just suspended and investigated today. Do you have something to do with him?"
"Oh no..."
"It's best if you don't. Someone reported that he was taking bribes. If you message him now, seeking his help, it would be equivalent to providing evidence to the police. His charges will only become heavier, not lighter."
Benjamin's heart sank. Oh no, he just sent a WhatsApp message earlier, saying that there was something that needed his intervention, and the benefits would be as usual...
This is bad.
Benjamin broke out in a cold sweat, and Hunter felt uneasy too. He kept wiping the sweat off his forehead with his hand. He never expected that after many years in the business world, he would fall into the hands of a little girl.
A police officer came up to him. "Please come with us to assist with the investigation."
"Benjamin, help me..." Hunter glanced at Benjamin, no matter what, he couldn't let the police take him away, as it's easy to get in but hard to get out!
"I'm here for everything, don't worry." Benjamin patted his back and whispered, "Don't admit to anything. I'll call a lawyer to assist you later."
"Then you better be quick..." Hunter had no confidence and was afraid that something bad would happen.
"I know, don't worry..."
"Oh, by the way," Abella spoke, "Hunter owns seven or eight restaurants outside."
Hunter froze. What does this little girl want to do? Isn't it already chaotic enough? Is she adding fuel to the fire?
"Hunter wears designer clothes and lives in a mansion, but his accounts always show a shortage of income to cover expenses. I just can't quite figure it out."
understanding, The police ordered, "Take him back and interrogate him thoroughly!"
"Yes, sir!"
After being taken away by the police, Abella raised an eyebrow and glanced at Benjamin before turning around and heading towards the office.
Many employees approached her to request leave, wanting to go to the hospital for a check-up.
"This incident is ultimately due to our company's lack of supervision. Mention it to headquarters and give them an extra month's salary to buy some food and replenish their bodies."
"Yes." Joseph followed the orders.
Mr. Bourbon sent her a WhatsApp message, "Granddaughter-in-law, are you at work? Are you tired? Are you hungry? Grandpa wants someone to bring you some food."
At the end, he also sent a cute emoji.
"No need, Grandpa." Abella replied as she walked, "I'm not hungry."
"Even if you're not hungry, you should still eat. You're too thin. I'll have Scott bring some for you later. You should like it."
The chef said that young girls nowadays love to eat these visually appealing afternoon tea treats.
His granddaughter-in-law is so obedient and cute, she should be no exception, right?
"No need, give it to Phillipe."
"He doesn't need to eat, he's not entitled to it at all!" Mr. Bourbon replied firmly.
Lola had been waiting in the conference room for a good two hours, and the afternoon tea had gone cold.
She wanted to go see what Phillipe was busy with, but she was afraid of abruptly interrupting his work.
Lost in her thoughts, Phillipe's office door opened. She looked and saw Phillipe coming out!
"Phillipe, are you done with work?" Lola hurried to catch up with his steps. "You've been busy for so long, don't tire yourself out. Are you hungry? Let's have something to eat."
"Mr. Bourbon has something he needs to attend to..." John still stood in her way. "Please wait, Miss Lola."
"Phillipe..." Lola shouted towards Phillipe's retreating figure. "Where are you going? Will you be back later? I've prepared something for you to eat... How about you finish eating before you go?"
Phillipe entered the elevator and the doors closed slowly, leaving Lola with only a distant and cold silhouette.
Now that Mr. Bourbon left, John glanced at Lola before turning and leaving as well.
His phone vibrated and he picked it up to answer. "Is everything ready? Great, I'll be there in about ten minutes. Let's confirm once again; the juice is freshly squeezed, with no ice cubes? Okay, the pastries need to be kept warm because our young miss doesn't eat cold food. Alright, good."
Lola felt puzzled. Who is their young miss? Could it be... Abella?!
Abella's image appeared in her mind...
Lola was thunderstruck and took the other elevator down to her own car.
"Jacob, follow Phillipe's car."
"Lola Miss, what's going on...?" Jacob was confused, but seeing how concerned Lola looked, he started the engine.
"Mr. Bourbon, the car behind us is the Medici family's car. Should we lose them?" John noticed the conspicuous license plate of the Medici family's car behind them.
But Phillipe dismissed it, his tone lazy, "Let her follow."
Abella had just entered the office when she received a phone call from Phillipe.
"I'll bring you afternoon tea, be there in ten minutes." Phillipe's voice remained deep and alluring. "On what floor is your office?"
"Are you on the way?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll come down and get it."
She didn't dare let the CEO deliver it to her office, too attention-grabbing!
"Are you afraid someone will find out?"
Just how secretive was he? Was he not handsome enough? Was his wealth not prominent enough? Did she not want to acknowledge him as her fiancé? Or...?
"Do you not know your own identity?"
Once this guy showed his face, not to mention the company, half of New York City would be in a frenzy!
Then a group of people would chase after them, asking about their relationship.
Could she still have a peaceful life?!
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