Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 73 Suspicion
Justin Chabon was in a state of high anxiety, his agitation growing the minute. “Who’s the genius that managed to cripple our system right under our noses? I need to meet this mastermind!”
Before long, a woman’s shrill scream pierced the air. “Hey… What are you doing? How can you barge into the ladies‘ room?”
As soon as Justin heard an outsider, his spirits lifted. He knew the person they were looking for had to be still on this floor. This could save his job and catch the culprit–it was a stroke of luck.
Justin waited outside, expecting the crowd inside to bring him the perpetrator. When the individual emerged, he was taken aback. “It’s you?”
His surprise was no less intense than when he’d learnt of the system being sabotaged.
Reese was there, frowning in exasperation. “Let go of me!”
Justin saw two burly men gripping Reese’s shoulders and quickly ordered, “Let her go, now!”
The men hurriedly released Reese. She rubbed her shoulders, looking indignantly at Justin. “The restroom on our floor is out of commission, and just when I finally find a decent one to use, it gets stormed by men. What’s going to happen to my reputation?”
With that, Reese covered her face as tears welled up, putting Justin in an awkward position. It was baffling to see Reese, usually fearless and confrontational, trouble even Old Man Flynn, easily intimidated by these two.
But Justin didn’t dare speculate carelessly. This lady was Mr. Flynn’s prized jewel; any harm to her would be a cost he couldn’t afford.
By then, the search was winding down, and everyone else had come back to report. “Assistant Chabon, we didn’t find anyone suspicious, except for Reese.”
Seeing the fuss, Reese walked over to Justin, curiosity getting the better of her. “What’s with all the commotion? Is there a thief in the company?”
Justin was in a bind. His gaze flitted over Reese’s face, hinting at something unsaid. He wanted to tell her there had indeed been a thief, yet from the looks of it, the thief seemed to be her. Yet, how could he suspect her without proof?
Besides, Reese looked so innocent; it seemed unlikely she’d be linked to a scheming hacker. But despite any doubts, there were no other suspicious characters found on the floor.
Justin Chabon sidestepped gracefully, making way for Reese.
“Mr. Flynn wants to see you.”
Reese looked puzzled. See me? Why does he want to see me?”
Justin played it cool. ‘You’ll find out once you’re in there.”
He swung the door open and announced to Malcolm inside.
‘Mr. Flynn, I’ve brought her in.”
Then he shut the office door behind him, turned to the crowd in the hallway, and gave a firm command.
“Let’s keep today’s events to ourselves, everyone.”
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The others murmured in confusion, whispering amongst themselves
“What’s the deal? I thought we were on hacker hunt, why the sudden backpedal?”
“Who knows, could Reese be…?”
“No way. Reese is all elegance and those icy stares of hers can’t hide that, she’s no hacker.”
“Yeah, if you had mentioned the Reese from before, that I’d believe she always looked like trouble.”
After dispersing the crowd, Justin stationed himself by the door. Subconsciously, he couldn’t buy the idea of Reese being the hacker. Having dug deep into her past, the Flynn family had cleared her of any such doubt.
Every member of the Flynn family, including the staff’s lineage spanning three generations, had been thoroughly vetted, ensuring transparency and preventing future troubles.
Unaware of who was behind him due to his position, Malcolm’s voice was frosty.
“Which company documents did you steal? Hand them over, and I might just spare you. But if you continue to play dumb, I’ll have no choice but to handle this officially.”
“So that’s what Justin’s fuss was all about. Company documents stolen, huh.”
Hearing the voice, Malcolm frowned, turned around, and saw his delicate wife standing in front of him, looking as if she was caught
in a maze.
“Reese? What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean what? The restroom on our floor is out of order and I couldn’t find any others. I finally found one on a quiet floor, and then those people barged into the ladies‘ room–I was this close to throwing punches.”
Reese spoke, her fine features momentarily marred by anger.
Malcolm’s expression darkened, his aura flickering on and off. Suddenly, he roared.
“Justin Chabon, get in here!”
Justin hurriedly entered. “Mr. Flynn?”
Dark eyes smoldering with an almost tangible fury, the man demanded.
“What the hell happened?”
Justin shrank back a bit, replying cautiously.
‘Mr. Flynn, I have no idea either. Didn’t you ask us to check this floor? I didn’t find anyone, only Madam in the ladies‘ room.”
Reese approached Malcolm, her eyes reflecting her curiosity. She wore an air of casual serenity that betrayed no hint of panic.
Our company’s confidential information has been stolen. Why not review the security tapes?” she inquired.
“They’ve been shut down by the intruder. Do you happen to know which computer was used to hack into our system?”
Malcolm’s demeanor lacked its usual gentleness. Today, a sharpnesset his features, his gaze icy and intense, almost too much to bear with a single glance.
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His piercing eyes would intimidate most, but Reese was different. She had weathered storms, facing life and death with equanimity -she was not short on mental fortitude.
Yet, if Malcolm persisted with his suspicions, Reese wasn’t confident she could maintain her composure.
Feigning ignorance now might only heighten Malcolm’s doubts, especially since her stance was quite clear.
A slight twitch at the corner of her eye, her gaze drifted to the computer beside Malcolm.
“Could it be this computer?”
“This floor… you’re the only one here,” Malcolm stated bluntly, his suspicion on Reese unmistakable.
Reese didn’t seem alarmed, meeting his stare with equanimity.
“Where’s the proof?”
A chilling darkness flickered in Malcolm’s eyes as he gazed at Reese, soon followed by a cold, mocking twist of his lips.
“Justin Chabon, step outside!”
Caught off guard, Justin quickly nodded in agreement.
Yes.
After closing the door, Justin scratched his head, increasingly confused about Mr. Flynn’s intentions. With no evidence, even if they suspected Madam, it seemed they had no grounds for accusation.
Reese kept her eyes on Malcolm, equally curious about what he had planned by deliberately sending Justin away.
In the next moment, Reese discerned his intent. Malcolm shifted towards her, and even seated, his presence was undiminished. She felt at no advantage.
His gaze was direct and incisive, as if peering through her eyes into her soul.
“Honey, tell me the truth. Darling won’t be mad at you,” he coaxed.
Reese arched her eyebrows in surprise. Was he attempting to softener with charm?
“The truth is, I haven’t touched your computer.”
Malcolm reached for her arm, gently pulling her down to sit on his lap. A flash of coldness swept through her eyes as she tried to stand, only to be firmly held in place by Malcolm.
Her tone held a certain annoyance with an icy warning, “Malcolm, let go of me. I don’t want to get physical with you here. Imagine if Justin Chabon walks in and sees you getting thrashed by me, it would shatter your pride.”
