Chapter 968:
Juan’s eyes narrowed as a sudden, ominous sense of foreboding settled over him, prickling along his spine like a warning he couldn’t ignore.
The cabinet had long been fractured into two opposing factions, yet ultimate authority still rested firmly with Carter’s radical group. With the President now intervening personally in his case, it became immediately apparent that the situation was far more serious—and far more precarious—than he had ever imagined.
Brad, sharp in his military uniform, stepped toward Juan, his presence commanding enough to make Juan’s heart pound with anxious tension.
Brad adjusted his trousers slightly before settling back on the sofa, his posture rigid yet effortless. “Just a few straightforward questions,” he said evenly.
Juan replied with a defensive edge. “I have nothing further to add. Any errors in the report arose from the inexperience of my subordinates, not from me. I assume responsibility where it is warranted, but the rumors spreading online are completely fabricated. There isn’t a single truth in them.”
Even as Juan insisted—adamant yet clearly exposed—Brad remained perfectly composed, not so much as a flicker of surprise or judgment crossing his features.
He leaned back slightly, his uniform immaculate, exuding an air of unshakable authority that seemed to fill the room.
“Inexperience?” Brad repeated, his low chuckle steady and measured, revealing neither amusement nor irritation. “Mr. Shaw, you have led the investigation department for years, supported by your most capable staff. Would you truly assign a report of such crucial significance—concerning both the sinking of a warship and the integrity of a high-ranking admiral—to someone lacking the necessary expertise? Tell me, do you not regard the nation’s security with the utmost seriousness, or do you honestly believe the fallen soldiers and I do not merit your full and complete attention?”
The weight of the accusation pressed heavily upon Juan, settling like a vice around his temples and threatening to spark yet another pounding headache.
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His jaw tightened, and his voice carried a strained edge. “Perhaps there were some minor oversights in the procedure…”
“Oversights?” Brad cut in, his tone steady and deliberate. “I happened to bring the relevant documents with me today. Examine them yourself.”
He flicked a brief glance at Rylie. She gave a small, affirmative nod before carefully placing an investigative file directly in front of Juan.
Juan averted his eyes, his expression shifting into practiced evasion. “These technical terms are far beyond my comprehension. Even if you read every word aloud, I wouldn’t understand a single one.”
His brazen attitude left no room for doubt.
Brad allowed the faintest curve of a smile, his voice calm and even. “That’s perfectly fine. All you need to do is read the words on the cover.”
With visible reluctance, Juan’s gaze finally dropped to the file. The title stared back at him like a silent accusation: “Polar Star Global Works: Exclusive Analysis Report on the Everswell Sinking Incident.”
The official seal of Polar Star Global Works was embossed with undeniable prominence, catching the light and asserting the document’s authority.
Juan’s composure wavered.
He could pretend ignorance up to a point, but he couldn’t deny the influence and prestige of a world-renowned company like Polar Star Global Works—an industry giant whose breakthroughs were regularly featured in leading journals and cited as benchmarks of innovation.
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