Chapter 621
Keith took a notebook and drew various complex symbols on the paper.
All the numbers were arranged by him in an orderly manner, and the letters were combined into various complex words by him.
Martin walked over and took a look, but couldn't understand even a single word.
Although he had the kinship with Winston family, he had been abandoned since birth due to his physical condition.
Martin never attended preschool, barely finished elementary school, and his level of education couldn't support him in firmly holding the position of the Winston Group's CEO.
Therefore, Martin must firmly grasp every opportunity he could seize.
Martin's craving for a cigarettes kicked in, he rubbed his chin and walked out of the office.
Keith bowed his head and calculated on the draft paper, but no matter how he calculated, he couldn't figure out the eight-digit password.
Maybe he should just give it a try...
Perhaps it's the establishment date of the Winston Group plus the initials of Ivan's name.
Keith put down his pen and walked to the safe.
"Password incorrect!"
A countdown appeared on the screen.
It would be half an hour before Keith could try the password again.
Keith scratched his head, various numbers floating in his mind...
He sighed and sat back down on the sofa.
Suddenly, Keith heard voices outside the door.
Keith got up and walked slowly towards the door.
"Boss, Andrew and Christopher have entered the group."
A low voice came from outside the door.
Keith continued to approach.
Upon hearing some intermittent words, Keith couldn't help but frown.
Didn't everyone in the company refer to Daddy as "Mr. Winston", why would someone call him "boss"?
Also, who are Andrew and Christopher?
Why does it sound like troublemakers?
"Boss, the customer service manager is an old employee from a few years ago. If he is abruptly fired and replaced by Andrew, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction among many people."
"Don't worry," Martin blew out a smoke ring. "I'm the boss here; no one dares to say anything."
"Alright, I'll go arrange it first. There's anotherissue. The heads of the finance department, human resources department, and administrative department are all relatives of the Winston family. They shouldn't be fired. Several department heads in the technology department control the core technology. It will be difficult to find replacements in the short term. Boss, what can we do?"
"Recruiting capable people with high salary," Martin frowned. "But this matter can't be rushed, take it slow."
Taking too large a step could attract the attention of the Winston Group's relatives and senior management. If suspicions arise, the consequences could outweigh the benefits...
"Boss, several of brothers came over early in the morning. Do you want to go and talk to them?"
"Let's go and take a look."
Martin tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can and followed his subordinate into the elevator.
Keith, standing behind the door of the president's office, felt a cold sweat break out on his back.
Keith had always been smart and had exceptional intelligence, but now, he couldn't understand the conversation between Ivan and the other person.
Keith understood each word individually, but when put together, it left him completely puzzled.
He didn't understand why Ivan was firing the company's elders.
He didn't understand why Ivan was reassigning the Winston Group.
He didn't understand why Ivan would rather pay a high price to recruit technical personnel.
What exactly had happened to make Daddy act this way...
Keith wiped the sweat from his palm with a tissue, then slowly walked to the front of the president's desk.
He glanced outside the door, made sure no one was there, and then carefully opened the files on the desk.
These were several recent projects of the Winston Group, with Ivan's just-signed name on them.
As Keith scanned through them, he suddenly paused.
Keith had seen Ivan's signature countless times, the name wasn’t unfamiliar, but for some reason, it seemed strange now.
The pen strokes lacked their usual strength, and the last letter seemed somewhat stiff.
Keith looked for a while but couldn't discern anything, he hung his head and continued to flip through the files on the desk.
These files included projects from as far back as half a month ago. Over time, the desk was full of project files that needed approval.
Ivan never used to leave the day's work for the next day. How had he accumulated half a month's worth of work now?
The more Keith flipped through the files, the more puzzled he became.
There were more and more things that Keith couldn't understand about Ivan.
He had gone through the entire desk, but hadn't found any clues related to the conversation he overheard outside the door.
Keith's gaze fell on the drawer lock of the desk.
The drawer was unlocked; he raised his hand and slowly pulled it open, revealing a stack of files inside.
Keith sneakily glanced at the door before finally pulling out the documents, as if he was up to something mischievous.
He patiently flipped through them one by one, all of them were financial statements of the company, which should have been in the finance department, why were they in the president's office?
Keith put the files back, then opened the second drawer.
He went through each drawer like this.
Finally, he came across a different file.
A biological project proposal.
Keith furrowed his brows tightly, the Winston Group had never invested in biotechnology, so why was there such a report?
He carefully opened the file, and when he saw the contents, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Biological intelligence, human anatomy, and dark transactions.
These were things Keith had never encountered, but he knew they were illegal.
How could the Winston Group be involved in such activities?
What on earth was going on!
At that moment, the sound of leather shoes came from outside the door.
Keith was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He hastily put the files back in place, but before he could finish, a figure appeared at the office door.
"What are you doing?"
A voice full of coldness rang out.
Keith had never been so scared.
He slowly stood up from the edge of the desk, his teeth biting down on his lower lip.
His upbringing didn't allow Keith to lie, but he didn't understand what had just happened, let alone how to ask about it.
Martin walked step by step towards him.
He saw that the documents on the desk had obviously been tampered with; the files in the bottom drawer seemed to have been shoved in hastily, the drawer not properly closed.
Martin kicked the drawer shut and said deliberately, "What are you looking for?"
"I..."
Keith's voice was hoarse.
He raised his head, and his eyes met Martin's squarely.
He had many questions, maybe now he could find an answer.
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?"
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