When she remembered that, she smacked her lips in disdain and said, "Honestly, I think Mr. Young wouldn't have done such a thing if he had ever thought about the friendship between them. Besides, Mr. Granger also told him privately that he could have withdrawn the shares voluntarily. If Mr. Young did that, Mr. Granger wasn't planning to take anything further. Yet, Mr. Young did nothing. Who knows what he's up to?"
This kindness was indeed being taken as weakness. Irvin probably had not expected this to bring trouble upon himself, having given Aiden such a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Regardless, Irvin was the best person to solve this.
I lowered my head and thought deeply. "I have to find him..."
Wylie considered it for a moment and analyzed the situation. "No one can contact Mr. Granger now. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."
I went silent. After a while, I said with a heavy heart, "No, there is a person who can."
"Who?" Wylie asked.
"It's me." I put away the documents and looked at her seriously. "Even if Irvin's phone was accessible, he may not want to deal with people from the company. Still, he won't turn a blind eye to me."
He once wanted to kill his wife and child for me. How could I not have the confidence that he wouldn't?
For this reason, I couldn't dodge the responsibility. It had to be me.
Just then, I felt a chill coming into the room. I took a glance at the door and saw Hendrix standing there with a cold expression. His eyes were dark, giving off a terrifying aura.
Did he hear what I said just now?
While I was lost in my thoughts, Wylie also noticed him. "Hi, Mr. Roberts."
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