"That’s impossible!" The subordinate was terrified, recalling the image of the woman signing last night.
The others also found it unbelievable, "We watched her sign, and after signing, she picked up the contract and checked it, fearing she might have missed something."
"It’s absolutely true, President Ingram." The leader faced Lydia Ingram’s eyes brimming with anger.
"Where’s the signature?" He asked icily, only caring about the result, "Tell me where the signature is!"
Everyone was recalling last night’s scene, where Monica Usher clearly signed her name using a black gel pen, and her handwriting was very neat.
However, her attitude while signing last night didn’t seem resistant at all, and she didn’t look closely at the clauses, which was the only anomaly.
"President Ingram, this..." The subordinate was utterly confused, "The contract couldn’t have been swapped; it has always been in my hands, and we really watched her sign."
"I saw it too, and the handwriting was quite lovely."
Upon hearing this, Lydia Ingram’s brows furrowed deeply, and her chest heaved violently. She took the contract again and scanned the blank spot carefully.
Suddenly, another subordinate spoke up, "Could it have been an erasable pen?"
All the office eyes fell on him, and the man wasn’t sure; it was just a guess.
"Erasable pens come in two types: heat erasable and those that self-erase over time," the man informed them, "My daughter has such a magical pen."
With this revelation, everyone seemed to find a breakthrough to the problem.
"Every time she writes with it, the wording self-erases after about ten minutes, leaving no trace."
Listening to this, a brief silence descended upon the office.
Clearly, they had been played by Monica Usher!
Lydia Ingram angrily threw the contract on the table! Her eyes held a hint of menace, as if she were about to destroy everything, and said, word by word, "Let’s go, take me to find her!"
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Then everyone left the office, postponing a morning executive meeting, driving off to find Monica Usher.
At this time, at Kingston Group.
In the spacious and bright president’s office, Barbara Sutton knocked on the open door, holding a document as she walked in, "Special Assistant Morgan, this is urgent, please look at it when you have time."
"Alright." Finn Morgan reached out to take it, his expression gentle.
Barbara Sutton had been gathering courage for a long time, she smiled and asked, "Could we add each other on WeChat? It’ll be easier to communicate about work; we’ve been coordinating quite a lot recently."
"Sure." He agreed readily, wasting no time in fetching his phone.
This made the girl overjoyed; it went too smoothly!
She tried to maintain her composure, scanned the code with her phone, added him successfully, then left.
Returning to the vice president’s office, Barbara Sutton’s mood was irrepressible. She gathered her courage and sent him an animated cartoon image, which was similar to greeting him with a ’hello’.
After about a minute, Finn Morgan replied with a similar ’hello’ image.
Barbara couldn’t help but laugh foolishly at the WeChat screen.
The truth is, if you want to do something, you just need to be brave!
Leaning back in her office chair, she began to browse Finn Morgan’s WeChat moments, noticing he posted roughly twice a month, which was quite infrequent.
He hadn’t blocked anyone, and everything was visible.
His content had little to do with work, mostly daily life.
As she scrolled, Barbara discovered that he liked playing basketball, as half of the content was photos of him on the court, capturing a sunset scene with a sense of ambiance.
It took her twenty minutes to scroll to the end, going through about ten years’ worth of content, none of which involved a woman.
It’s just a single guy’s WeChat moments.
Barbara Sutton was puzzled, "If he has a girlfriend, why never post about her? Not even a breakfast for two photo?"
There wasn’t any clue to prove he had a significant other.
Suddenly, Barbara felt a bit happy.