Chapter 371 The Competition Began
Susan's arm was bleeding badly. Some brave onlookers watched from a distance.
She stopped running. Losing her son hurt more than her arm.
Sitting on the ground, Susan cried, "Tommy, where are you? It's all Maggie's fault. My family was fine until she came along."
Alan glared at Susan, holding a knife, and said, "Susan, you're so stubborn. I left our son with you. If you hadn't been playing cards, he wouldn't be missing. If we don't find him, you'll pay."
Alan went back inside with the knife.
The drama finally ended.
The whole apartment knew about the couple's fight, and so did Maggie.
Maggie felt emotional about the sudden incident.
She told Arya, "Mom, don't take Adalia downstairs for a few days. I don't want her running into them."
Susan had hit Adalia before, and now with her son missing, she might lash out again. Better to be safe.
Arya replied, "I know. I stay far away when I see them. Alan was chasing her with a knife. It was terrifying."
Arya was still shaken and wanted to keep Adalia away.
Mark took the chance to speak, "Maggie, I got you some supplements. They're good for you and the baby."
If he hadn't spoken, Maggie would have ignored him.
Mark was shameless, having followed Arya into the house and sitting on the sofa.
Maggie didn't know what to do with him. He was her father, after all.
If she couldn't treat him as an enemy, she could treat him as a stranger.
Arya said coldly, "Mr. Jackson, take your stuff back. We don't need it."
"Maggie, it's a token of my care." Mark looked to Arya for support.
But Arya wasn't playing along. She got up and said, "I'm going to prepare dinner."
She found an excuse to leave.
Mark turned to talk to Maggie, but she got up and called to Adalia, "Adalia, come with me for a nap."
Seeing Maggie about to leave, Mark hurriedly said, "Maggie, I've agreed to all your demands. Not just a third of the family assets, but the entire Jackson family will be yours. I'll publicly apologize to your mom and repent for all the wrongs I've done."
Maggie paused and gave him a cold look. If it weren't for Fiorello, Mark wouldn't care.
His ingratiating smile did nothing for her.
"Mr. Jackson, what you do is your business and has nothing to do with me," Maggie said. "When you first came to us, you had a chance to repent, but you blew it. I'll accept your child support, and when you're old, I'll support you. That's all."
With that, Maggie took Adalia to the bedroom.
Mark sat in the living room, feeling ashamed and awkward. He was completely ignored.
He had had a chance to earn forgiveness, as Maggie had said. If he had sincerely repented and shown compassion, things wouldn't be like this.
Mark had chased them to Cyberland and wasn't giving up.
Shameless as ever, he didn't leave. Instead, he cheerfully went to the kitchen to help. "Arya, let me help you."
At Visionary Futures, Fiorello frowned at the bidding document in his hand.
That morning, the company had lost a bid for a project.
William, standing nearby, said, "Mr. Flores, I think someone leaked our bid. The other company's bid was exactly the same as ours. It can't be a coincidence."
William was puzzled. How could the bids be identical? It had to be a leak.
Losing the project meant all their time and effort were wasted, and they lost nearly ten million dollars.
Fiorello put down the document and said coldly, "Get Holden and everyone responsible for the bid in my office."
"Yes, Mr. Flores." William left immediately.
Soon, Holden and Victor, the person in charge of the bid, arrived.
Victor, young and promising, was the deputy manager of the project department at thirty.
Victor knew why he was called in. As soon as he entered, he felt nervous.
Even if Fiorello said nothing, his presence was intimidating.
Holden, unaware of the situation, grinned and asked, "Fiorello, what's up? Why aren't you at home with Maggie? Why did you come to the office?"
Fiorello ignored Holden and looked at Victor, asking, "Explain what happened with the bid."
Victor's heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare meet Fiorello's gaze and said, "Mr. Flores, I personally handled the bid price. I analyzed it myself and didn't show it to anyone else. I really don't know what happened. I'm truly ashamed of today's outcome."
Holden was confused.
Fiorello tapped his finger on the table and said, "I trust your ability; otherwise, you wouldn't be the deputy manager. The key issue is, why did the other company have the same bid price? Even the data analysis and planning were similar."
"I..." Victor couldn't explain it. He was extremely anxious. This was serious, and he couldn't bear the responsibility for the company's million-dollar loss. Suddenly, he remembered something and said, "Mr. Flores, I did show the data analysis to Joseph before the bid. Only he saw it."
After saying this, Victor wished he could take it back. He shouldn't have said that. Joseph was Fiorello's father, and it seemed like he was shirking responsibility.
Fiorello's expression turned cold. "Are you sure?"
Victor looked troubled. He was sure, but he couldn't say it. If he did, he might lose his job.
Fiorello suddenly raised his voice. "Victor, I'll give you three seconds. I want the truth. Who else saw the bid?"
Victor braced himself and said, "No one else."
After saying this, Victor was ready to be fired.
But after a few seconds of silence, Fiorello just waved his hand. "You can go now."
Victor didn't understand but obediently left.
Holden finally understood and asked, "Fiorello, Victor must be lying, or someone else stole the data without his knowledge. It can't be that Dad leaked the bid."
Fiorello didn't answer Holden. Instead, he browsed the information of the company that won the project on his computer.
"The legal representative of this company is also named Flores." Fiorello turned the screen towards Holden.
Holden leaned in, his expression serious. "Gregory. Who is this guy? A company registered less than a year ago is competing with us for projects."
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