The clarification released on the intranet was simple.

In the video, Debra explained that because Owen had worked hard before, she wanted the finance department to provide him with three additional months’ salary. Owen needed to submit an application, which she would then sign. After she signed it, Owen left her office.

As for why Owen had appeared next door and used the company’s internal computer to attack the firewall, she claimed to know nothing about it.

This explanation seemed airtight. However, in reality, the entire company had witnessed the incident. If Owen had not been authorized, he wouldn’t have been so calm while stealing confidential information. Even when caught, he insisted loudly that he was not at fault.

Of course, no one dared to contradict this.

Sandra looked at the computer screen with a faint smile. Without needing to probe further, she could tell that everyone was disappointed with Debra.

Debra’s reputation at the Cooper Group had at least dropped by thirty percent.

Afterward, the Cooper Group held a press conference. The statements made during the conference were similar to the ones already provided, and the reports by the journalists followed the company’s press releases. The issue had been contained, and there was little discussion about it online. This could be seen as a satisfactory response to the board of directors.

In the evening, Sandra didn’t want to leave the company. It had been a long time since she had freely played games. The internet speed here was fast, and the computer setup was much better than the one at Wesley’s villa.

But she had to go back. She still needed to give Wesley acupuncture.

Sandra logged out of her game account and cleared her traces before leaving the technical department. Over the past few days, she had been playing games during work hours, and her game score had become the highest in the country. When she logged off, gamers across the nation were left disappointed. Many had been hoping to spectate.

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Wesley was waiting at the entrance of the company. Seeing his car, Sandra pursed her lips in disdain. Then, she took out her phone, ready to call a cab.

Joey, confused by her sudden mood change, quickly rolled down the window and invited her. “Mrs. Cooper, please get in the car.”

Sandra retorted coldly, “Are we close?”

Joey, being straightforward, didn’t think much of it. “Mrs. Cooper, you’re Mr. Cooper’s wife. Of course, you’re close!”

Sandra sneered. “Do we have each other’s contact information, then?”

Joey frowned. As a bodyguard and driver, how could he possibly have Sandra’s contact information? He then glanced at Wesley discreetly.

Wesley’s face was gloomy. He pulled out his phone and noticed a friend request on social media. Only then did he remember that, when they had reached an agreement before, they had exchanged contact information.

But then, they went to the Cooper Mansion and the Hill Villa…

He had completely forgotten. Additionally, he rarely used social apps, so he hadn’t noticed Sandra’s friend request before.

Uh…

He looked a little embarrassed.

Sandra, noticing his discomfort, purposely said, “Since we’re not that close, how can I get in your car? I’m going to a bar for a drink.”

With that, she waved her hand, and a taxi stopped in front of her. She opened the car door and said, “Goodbye.”

Joey was speechless. He asked anxiously, “Mr. Cooper, should we explain to Mrs. Cooper?”

Wesley fiddled with his phone, his expression serious. The dim streetlights shone on the two cars, casting a soft halo of light. The silence was palpable.

Finally, Wesley put his phone down, opened the car door, and prepared to get out.

But the next moment…

The taxi honked and drove off directly.

Wesley was speechless. Joey was stunned. He hadn’t expected Sandra to leave so suddenly.

He cautiously glanced at Wesley.

Wesley’s face was livid.

Joey asked tentatively, “Mr. Cooper, should we catch up with Mrs. Cooper?”

Wesley gritted his teeth but said nothing.

In the taxi, Sandra looked at the driver with a puzzled expression. “Rebecca, how did you get this job?”

Rebecca looked a bit embarrassed. “Actually, after that customer left, I was promoted to store manager. I don’t have to work the night shift anymore, so I’m doing some part-time driving.”

Sandra sensed something was off. “You seem to be in need of money?”

Rebecca looked awkward. “No…”

Sandra knew Rebecca was a proud girl. If she weren’t in dire need of money, she wouldn’t be working so hard to earn it.

After thinking for a moment, Sandra changed the subject. “Are your parents still in the countryside?”

“No, uh, they are… yeah, they are in the countryside,” Rebecca stuttered.

Sandra could tell that something had happened to her parents.

Ignoring Rebecca’s red face, she continued questioning. “Does Mr. Reynolds still sell fruit? I wanted to buy cherries from him to visit a friend.”

Rebecca suddenly slammed on the brakes. She quickly turned the steering wheel to avoid hitting the flower bed.

Sandra was certain something had happened to her family. She sighed. “What happened to Mr. Reynolds?”

Rebecca leaned over the steering wheel, and tears began to fall.

“He had a stroke.”

Sandra frowned. “Is he in the hospital?”

“Yes,” Rebecca replied, her voice trembling.

She cried for a while, gradually calming down.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional…” she murmured.

“It’s okay. Now drive me to the hospital,” Sandra said softly, her concern evident.

Rebecca shook her head. “You don’t have to bother. My father is still in a coma.”

Moreover, her father, Oliver Reynolds, had always valued his pride and didn’t want anyone to see him in such a critical condition.

Sandra insisted. “Mr. Reynolds has been kind to me. I have to visit him.”

After a long pause, Rebecca nodded. “Alright, let’s go to the hospital.” She started the car.

In fact, Rebecca didn’t just want to take Sandra with her. It had been three days since she had seen Oliver. She had been too busy making money. But in reality, her parents needed her company.

The car quickly stopped in front of the hospital. When they arrived at the ward, they happened to see a doctor coming out.

“The patient’s condition is under control, but the chances of him waking up are not high. Please be mentally prepared,” the doctor said.

Rebecca’s mother, Iris Reynolds, choked back tears. “Doctor, please help him. He can’t become a vegetable.”

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