Yara Reagan hung up the phone and suddenly looked up.
"You’re back?!" Yara Reagan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still gritted her teeth, "Everyone in the company is here, but there’s just one—Julia Lawrence has been detained by her foster parents!"
Evelyn Clayton remained calm: "Take your time, what’s going on?"
Yara Reagan took a breath: "You asked me to call all the employees back. Julia Lawrence’s phone couldn’t be reached for a long time. Old Wang went to her apartment, but didn’t see her. Suddenly got through just now, but it wasn’t Julia who answered."
Yara Reagan became more and more indignant: "It was her foster mother who answered! She said Julia is going to resign, leave the job, and get ready to go home and get married! They’ve locked her at home!"
Evelyn Clayton’s head started to hurt more.
She pinched her brow: "Is Julia Lawrence in any danger?"
Yara Reagan hesitated for a moment: "Not really."
"Then Rhys Jacobs, find two trustworthy people to go to this address." Evelyn Clayton handed him Julia Lawrence’s foster parents’ address, "Keep an eye on them, try your best to ensure Julia isn’t coerced into doing anything crazy, and notify us immediately if anything happens."
Rhys Jacobs took the address and went out. Evelyn Clayton turned to see Yara Reagan about to speak but raised her hand to stop her.
"What’s most urgent now is to figure out the online incident. Let’s gather everyone for a meeting."
This meeting lasted until the early hours of the morning.
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"Alright, thank you all for your hard work today. Go back, organize the materials you have and bring them to the office tomorrow morning. Everyone needs to focus these days. Once it’s resolved, you’ll all get a bonus."
As she said this, Evelyn Clayton sent substantial cash packets to the company group chat to appease employees’ resentment for working overtime.
Most of the employees had left, and only Evelyn Clayton, Yara Reagan, and Rhys Jacobs sat down to analyze today’s affairs.
"I still think the problem lies with the team that Director Ford assigned." Yara Reagan spoke first, a hint of hesitation in her eyes, but her tone was firm, "Our Gem design department is all our own people. Marketing, advertising, finance, those folks don’t have access to the customized projects!"
Evelyn Clayton furrowed her brow without speaking, and after a long while, looked at Rhys Jacobs: "Rhys, what do you think?"
Rhys Jacobs pondered for a long time: "Based on the existing information, that online influencer is indeed the only anonymous buyer in a few previous customizations. I think it’s very likely that from back then, that influencer had planned to blackmail us at a critical moment."
Yara Reagan slammed the table: "Yes! And why did he choose today? It’s very likely because he knew you were going to talk to Lynn Yates about cooperation. Someone who knows our movements and strikes at exactly the right time—"
As she spoke, Yara Reagan’s voice gradually trailed off.
Evelyn Clayton’s expression also changed.
Everyone was there today, except for one person.
And Julia Lawrence, being the director of the design department, indeed knew Evelyn Clayton was going to discuss cooperation with Lynn Yates today.
Evelyn Clayton’s jaw clenched slightly.
She couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it, but all of Julia Lawrence’s recent odd behavior flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.
Evelyn Clayton took a deep breath.
"Rhys Jacobs, have you heard back from the people you sent?"
Rhys Jacobs glanced at his phone and quickly shook his head: "Not yet—"
But before he finished speaking, the next second, Rhys Jacobs’ phone rang.
Rhys Jacobs perked up and quickly turned on the speakerphone.
"Boss! There’s a suspicious person seen at the entrance of Julia Lawrence’s apartment complex! I’ve sent the photo to you!"