“What? Mr. Rhys?” Morgan had shock written all over his face.


    He had indeed received news that the developer of Immortunol, Mr. Rhys, would be present today, but


    he hadn’t expected him to be so young!


    “N–no way! H–he’s He’s Mr. Rhys?!” Mr. Marcs’s eyes widened in disbelief. Never in his wildest dreams


    had he imagined that the person he had been bragging about being a tight buddy with was right there


    in front of him. This was bad. This was really bad. They were in deep trouble now.


    “Mr. Rhys? Dustin Rhys?” Julie looked around in bewilderment. “They must be mistaken! The brilliant


    Mr. Rhys


    who developed Immortunol was Dustin? How is that possible?” She mused.


    “What ability does this rascal possess to be able toe up with the prescription form for


    Immortunol?”


    Matt felt astonished, which was soon taken over by jealousy. Immortunol was a precious drug that was


    able


    to bring in endless fortune! But how did such a treasure end up in the hands of such a worthless


    person? It


    was truly a waste!


    “Mr. Finn, I’ll ask you one more time,” Natasha said. “Do you think that Mr. Rhys is the person who stole


    these


    Immortunols?”


    “This Well—This might be a misunderstanding.” The corners of Morgan’s eyes twitched and he forced


    a


    smile.


    “A misunderstanding? So what you’re saying is that Mr. Rhys isn’t the thief?” Natasha scoffed.


    “Of course! Why would Mr. Rhys steal his own products?” Morgan nodded repeatedly.


    “Alright, then tell me, who was the one who stole this box of substandard Immortunol?” Natasha asked


    authoritatively.


    “I understand now!” Morgan pretended to finally understand what was going on. “It must have been Mr.


    Marcs who stole thepany’s products when he was supposed to be guarding them! He misused his


    authority and used Mr. Rhys before we even looked into the issue! We cannot tolerate such a vile


    person in thepany!


    I’ll fire him right away!”


    “Mr. Finn, I-”


    “Shut up!” Just as Mr. Marcs was about to speak, Morgan gave him a hard p and reprimanded him


    loudly. You piece of trash! Admit your mistakes or I’ll not go easy on you!”


    “Yes, yes. I was wrong. Please forgive me, Mr. Finn. I’ll never repeat my mistakes again.” Mr. Marcs


    covered his face with his hands, shaking as he admitted his wrongdoing.


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    “Why are you apologizing to me? It’s Ms. Harmon you should be apologizing to!” Morgan roared.


    “Ms. Harmon, I’m so sorry! Please let me off this time. I know that I was wrong!” Mr. Marcs fell to his


    knees,


    asking for forgiveness.


    Natasha ignored himpletely, her gaze fixed on Morgan. “What a smart move, Mr. Finn. You’re


    pushing someone else under the bus to save your own sorry ass. But do you really think that you’ll get


    away scot–free?”


    “Ms. Harmon, what do you mean? I’m afraid I do not follow.” Morgan’s brows were tightly knit.


    “Don’t assume that I do not know what you’ve done. I just never bothered to take action. But you’ve


    messed with the wrong person now! I’m giving you onest chance. Give Mr. Rhys a sincere apology


    for your behavior


    today, or be prepared to bear the consequences!” Natasha ordered with an icy expression.


    “Ms. Harmon, you must be kidding me!” Morgan’s expression darkened. “I’m a founding member and


    the vice president of thepany! How could you make me apologize to a mere boy toy like him? How


    will I put my subordinates in line if I do that?”


    “You’re not apologizing, are you? Guards, beat him up!” Natasha wasted no time with him. With a snap


    of her fingers, two bodyguards came up to them and gave Morgan several hard smacks on his face. He


    was totally befuddled.