Chapter 219 I Suspect It's Leo
Ashley was floored by Sharon's question and took a moment before responding, "Does it matter? You know I did it, isn't that enough?"
"Of course it matters. When the police come, they'll ask for details. If your story doesn't match what the Pacific Wellness Institute has, it means someone else is involved."
If the Pacific Wellness Institute wanted Silvercrest Group's experimental data from the start, they wouldn't have made it public because it would lead to a lawsuit.
Making it public now showed they never intended to keep the data; they just wanted to take down Silvercrest Group.
Sharon suspected someone behind Ashley had checked the surveillance. Ashley brought food from the cafeteria every day, and the surveillance never cut off. Ashley had no chance to add sleeping pills or anything like that.
Ashley bit her lip, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll answer these questions when the police arrive."
Seeing Ashley's evasive eyes, Sharon grew more suspicious.
But if Ashley refused to talk, there was nothing she could do.
The police soon arrived and took Ashley away. As she passed Sharon, Ashley whispered, "Sharon, I'm sorry. Don't forgive me."
After Ashley was taken away, everyone in the conference room started to leave.
Sharon was about to go too but was stopped by Seb.
"Do you think Ashley did it?"
Now it was just the two of them. Sharon looked at Seb and shook her head. "I think it was someone else."
"Do you have anyone in mind?"
Sharon paused and then said softly, "I suspect it's Leo."
She had been reluctant to suspect him because they had once gotten along well. She didn't think Leo would harm her.
But now, besides Leo, Sharon couldn't think of anyone else.
Seb nodded. "In the week before the data leak, he ordered two cups of coffee every day at noon. But since the day you set up that email on your computer, he hasn't ordered any."
"Also, his medical records abroad show he has insomnia."
Sharon's face changed. During that time, she and Ashley were busy with experiments every day. Ashley did order coffee for a while, and she never suspected anything because the packaging was sealed.
Thinking back now, the sleeping pills must have been added to her coffee!
Ashley had said she ordered the coffee. If Ashley had said it was from Leo, she wouldn't have taken a sip.
"It must be Leo. I need to ask him why he did this to me!"
Anger surged in Sharon's heart, and she turned to find Leo.
She had just reached the door when Seb grabbed her wrist.
"Don't rush. If you confront him now, he won't admit it. Once we're sure it's him, finding evidence will be much easier. You can call him out when we've got the proof."
Seb's words calmed Sharon down. She lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly. "I just don't understand why he would do this to me."
Since Leo returned to the country, he had always been nice to her. If it weren't for Karen causing trouble repeatedly, she might have really considered Leo a brother.
But Sharon never expected that Leo was plotting to ruin her career and reputation behind her back.
"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. I won't let him hurt you again."
Seeing Sharon's sad expression, Seb wanted to comfort her, but as soon as he touched her, she stepped back.
Noticing her deliberate distance, Seb's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.
"You should go home. I'll have Paul investigate. I'll contact you when we find something."
"Okay."
Sharon walked out of Silvercrest Group and saw Leo standing by her car, seemingly waiting for her. Her eyes flickered.
She quickly walked to the car, her attitude as cold as ever. "Do you need something?"
"Sharon, have you already guessed?"
"Guessed what?"
"Nothing."
Seeing Leo's gentle demeanor, Sharon felt a wave of disgust.
She thought, 'Leo's playing nice even though he despises me. He must be really struggling to pretend.'
"If you don't have anything else, I'll be leaving."
Leo nodded. "Okay."
It wasn't until Sharon's car disappeared from his sight that Leo looked away and drove to the police station.
In the evening, Sharon was making dinner when the doorbell rang.
Seeing it was Seb, she opened the door.
"Mr. Smith, did Paul find something?"
As soon as she opened the door, Seb smelled the aroma of food coming from inside.
"Are you making dinner?"
Sharon pressed her lips together. "Yes."
Seeing that Sharon had no intention of inviting him to dinner, Seb raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I haven't had dinner yet. How about we talk over dinner?"
Since Seb was so straightforward, it would seem rude to refuse.
"Fine."
She stepped aside, handed Seb a pair of new slippers, and then walked towards the kitchen.
Seb changed his shoes and followed her, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Sharon rented a two-bedroom apartment. The kitchen was on the left as you entered, with the living room and dining room straight ahead. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway, with two bedrooms on either side.
The living room wasn't large, but she had decorated it warmly. On the coffee table in front of the couch, there was a small vase with a few yellow roses, still budding and with a few drops of water on them, looking vibrant.
A yellow blanket was draped over the sofa, with a few white cloud-shaped pillows on it, looking very soft.
Seb looked away and turned to the kitchen. Sharon was cutting potatoes, and a pot of soup was simmering beside her, bubbling with steam.
He draped his suit jacket over the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the kitchen.
"Let me help you."
Sharon looked surprised but then shook her head. "No need, I can handle it."
Seb washed his hands and, without giving her a chance to refuse, took the kitchen knife from her and started cutting the potatoes.
Seeing Seb's more skillful knife work than hers, Sharon was a bit surprised.
"I didn't expect you to be so good with a knife."
Seb smiled and said, "When I was starting my business, I didn't have much money to eat out, so I mostly cooked for myself."
"The Smith family didn't give you money?"
Seb was Tyler and Sandra's most beloved son. She thought they would have supported him a lot in his business ventures.
"How could he not even have money for food?" Sharon thought.
"No, I didn't want to use family money. Otherwise, even if my business succeeded, I would still be under their control."
"I see."
Relying on family does mean you can't make your own decisions. Alex was a typical example.
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