Chapter 52:
As the department manager teetered on the brink of pleading for leniency, he caught sight of Matias standing next to Nate, looking like the answer to his prayers.
Matias pushed up his glasses and leaned in, murmuring, “Sir…”
At that moment, Nate lifted his piercing gaze, the cold intensity in his eyes sending shivers through everyone present.
“Mr. Jackie Todd has finished his presentation and is now waiting for your instructions,” Matias said.
Snapped out of his thoughts, Nate flipped through the papers in front of him and said in a firm, steady voice, “These budget figures don’t make sense. Go to finance and get a detailed breakdown.”
“Yes,” the department manager replied, as if granted a get-out-of-jail-free card, quickly acknowledging.
Silence enveloped the room once more, Matias watching Nate closely. There was a distant look in Nate’s eyes, his gaze drifting without focus.
Catching a sudden burst of insight, Matias moved closer and whispered into Nate’s ear, “Sir, the processing of Miss Holland’s resignation might be wrapping up. Shall I confirm its status?”
Nate’s eyes met Matias’s with a fleeting look of cold intensity.
Understanding the unspoken instruction, Matias responded, “I’m on it immediately.”
Just ten minutes later, Matias returned to the conference room, his face serious. He noticed that a cold tension had filled the air. Clearly, someone had made the mistake of angering Nate.
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Regaining his composure, Matias quickly approached Nate and handed him a tablet.
“Sir, please take a look at this.”
Nate accepted the tablet, which showed footage of Corrine entering the Ashton Group premises.
As he observed her poised and graceful figure, Nate’s expression turned sharply concerned.
“How did her resignation go?”
“Without any issues,” Matias responded, providing every detail about Corrine’s resignation, though his voice wavered slightly toward the end.
Nate’s expression hardened, his eyes cutting through Matias like a knife.
Matias cleared his throat, proceeding with caution.
“We lost sight of Miss Holland. After she left the Ashton Group offices, it appears all nearby surveillance systems stopped working.”
It was evident that someone was intentionally obscuring Corrine’s movements. The room instantly felt colder, as if winter’s chill had settled in.
Nate’s stare was stern and penetrating, his mouth set in a thin line, exuding a dangerous aura.
Matias, standing nearby, felt the overwhelming force of Nate’s anger, his forehead beading with sweat. Nate was visibly furious.
After a brief pause, Matias said, “Sir, I’ve deployed agents to look into it. We expect to have updates shortly.”
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