Chapter 936:
“That partnership is what gave me the chance to meet Mr. Watson in person for the first time. He’s even more impressive personally than he is on television.”
Lynda’s colleague’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as the implications became clear.
“Our investigation has revealed that Macauley was the executive responsible for overseeing that particular project,” Lynda explained. “He was also the person who made the decision to break the contract into smaller pieces, which is exactly what allowed a small business like Vivian’s to qualify for consideration in the first place.”
Her colleague nodded slowly as he processed this information. “So if we work backward from what we know now, are you suggesting that Macauley was deliberately creating opportunities for Vivian even back then?”
“It seems highly probable,” Lynda confirmed.
The Watson Group was widely recognized as one of the three most powerful corporations in all of Crobert. Countless suppliers and contractors were constantly fighting for even the smallest chance to work with them. At that time, Vivian had been nothing more than a struggling small-town florist with limited resources and connections. Landing any kind of contract with the Watson Group, regardless of how small or how little profit it generated, would have opened doors to numerous other business opportunities.
But now, knowing that Macauley might have actively helped her secure that initial contract, it seemed entirely possible that Vivian had actually made substantial profits from her dealings with the Watson Group right from the start.
The two investigators exchanged another meaningful look as the full scope of what they were uncovering became apparent. This was shaping up to be a complex internal conspiracy within Watson Group itself.
“So what’s Macauley’s current whereabouts?” her colleague asked.
Lynda shook her head to indicate she didn’t know. She walked toward the exit while dialing Millie’s phone number.
𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺
On the other side of the city, Millie was completely absorbed in handling the complex logistics of establishing her new company. While the business registration had been completed successfully, the actual process of taking control of the Bennett family assets required an intricate handover procedure that demanded her full attention.
These valuable assets included a roster of former Bennett family employees who had remained loyal through the years, an encrypted information system that her father, James, had personally developed before his death, a mysterious black box whose contents remained unknown, and several other items of significant importance.
The encrypted information system was particularly complex—it contained massive amounts of data that couldn’t be simply copied or transferred to another platform. It could only function properly on its original, corresponding system architecture. These were essentially her father’s encrypted notes, filled with codes and messages that no one had fully cracked. And this was why Millie had fought so hard to win. If it had only been about employees, she could have simply built a new team from scratch. But this irreplaceable technology was something that couldn’t be recreated or replaced. The handover was now centered entirely on those hidden assets.
In the middle of reviewing documents, Lynda’s call came through on her phone. She was asking specifically about Macauley, and Millie had to pause her work to consider the question carefully.
“I honestly don’t have that information,” Millie said after thinking it through. “That particular matter involving Macauley was handled directly and secretly by Brandon himself. It’s classified as a top-level internal secret within the Watson Group, so very few people would have access to those details.” She hesitated for a moment before adding, “Eugene might know something about it, though.”
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