Chapter 50 Is She Really That Important
As he spoke, tears welled in his eyes
Inside the conference room, those who were unaware of the situation found themselves swayed by the emotional. atmosphere, each secretly harboring resentment toward Scott.
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Daryl was deliberately stirring up the room, trying to influence everyone—especially Naomi, And sure enough. Naomi’s expression visibly darkened.
Scott stood there, exuding an aura of icy authority.
Just then, Zander stepped out to take a call. When he returned, his face was alight with excitement. Striding quickly toward Scott, he leaned in and whispered, “Camron has confessed. He had her locked up in his old house.”
Scott’s gaze sharpened, “Julius is heading there,” he instructed. “You take the lead. Use the house as the center point and search within a five–kilometer radius.”
“But that house is by the sea…”
A cold unease coiled in Scott’s chest. The chill burrowed deep, sinking into his bones.
Finding a body in the vast ocean would be nearly impossible.
Zander immediately noticed that there was no relief in Scott’s expression–only a growing grimness. A terrible suspicion crept into his mind, but there was no time to dwell on it. He swiftly left the conference room, following Scott’s orders to search the area.
The people in the room watched as the two exchanged hushed words. When Zander left in such a hurry, they exchanged uneasy glances.
Did they find her?
Those involved in Jemima’s disappearance began to break into cold sweats.
Daryl sneered inwardly. That coward Camron must have spilled everything.
Feigning curiosity, he asked, “Any news on Ms. Willis?”
Scott, his gaze razor–sharp, caught the slight smirk playing at the corner of Daryl’s lips. If he had Julius temperament, he wouldn’t have wasted a second–he would’ve smashed this man’s head against the table first and asked questions later.
“Indeed. Scott drawled, watching as Daryl’s face stiffened slightly before adding, “What’s wrong. Mr. Cohen? You seem
nervous.”
Daryl froze for a split second before letting out a hearty laugh. “What’s there to be nervous about? If she’s been found, that’s t great! I can finally clear my name. Honestly, this is a relief.”
Hmph, even if you find her, it’ll just be her corpse. Don’t try to scare me.
“Is Ms. Willis really that important?”
Finally, Naomi snapped.
She slammed her handbag onto the table with a loud thud. From the moment she arrived, she’d had enough of this–enough of seeing him so worked up over another woman.
He had never shown this kind of concern for anyone else.
Scon lifted his gaze. His expression was commanding–demanding respect without needing to raise his voice.
“Do you know why she came to the factory?” he asked coolly. “Do you even know why she disappeared?”
“What a joke! I’m the general manager of this branch. Why should I waste my time paying attention to a secretary who’s only been here for three days?” Naomi snapped, her tone sharp as needles. “But you, the CEO of a company, are making such a spectacle over a mere secretary. Anyone who didn’t know better would think your wife had gone missing!”
Chapter 50 Is She Really That Important
matters, perhaps your mind wouldn’t be so dull.”
Naomi’s eyes turned red. To everyone’s surprise, Scott was actually willing to endure public humiliation for Jemima.
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“I may be foolish, and maybe I’m not fit to be general manager. Fine. I’ll resign to the chairman right now!” Naomi declared.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and dialed Scott’s father, Isaiah, the chairman of Zenith Group. She placed the call on speaker and set the phone down on the table.
Scott remained still, watching with detached amusement. He made no move to stop her.
As soon as the call connected, Naomi launched into a tirade, pouring out everything that had happened. Her voice wavered as she accused Scott of tormenting them, painting him as a ruthless tyrant while portraying Jemima as a cunning seductress who brought disaster upon them all.
Daryl took the opportunity to comfort Naomi, deliberately raising his voice so Isaiah would hear.
Isaiah asked for his opinion. Daryl, ever the schemer, responded with the utmost respect, lacing his words with just the right
amount of sorrow.
With a sigh, he said, “Mr. Isaiah, if Ms. Atkins resigns, I’ll resign too. Better to leave on our own terms than to be dismissed. At least that way, we can save face.”
As the two declared their resignations, the rest of the employees followed suit, adding to the chaos.
Naomi watched as the situation spiraled out of control. She suddenly realized she’d been played–but it was too late.
Desperately, she glanced at Scott, but he simply stood there, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He didn’t even bother
to look at her.
“Scott, do you have anything to say?” Isaiah left the final decision to his son.
Only then did Scott speak. “Haven’t you realized that letting things unfold naturally offers the most authentic glimpse into the situation?“
His voice was calm–calm like the surface of a frozen lake, yet every word cut to the bone.
With that one statement, he stripped away the lies and revealed the true nature of the people around him.
Naomi’s face flushed red, then paled. “You’re the one who’s lost his mind over a woman!” she snapped. “You’re the one who can’t separate personal from professional! Why are you so protective of her? Why do you care about her so much? Have you fallen for her? She’s a married woman!”
