""Let me check"


    He seemed to be looking at WhatsApp while exining to me. "1 was in a long meeting, and my phone was with n. He only brought it into the meeting room when he saw your call."


    "Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Don''t be afraid."


    Although he was trying tofort me, I was still worried. "This is targeted at you, right? Did Lucas do this?" "You''re right about the first part."


    Frank took a sip of something, and his voice regained some rity. "But Lucas isn''t stupid enough to do this. He would only engage in actions that harm others without benefiting himself, not something that would damage the enemy while hurting himself." Frank''s exnation made sense. The chip had been on the market before he returned to the Smith Group. and before that, Lucas had been in charge. Ultimately, this issue falls under Lucas''s responsibility


    If Lucas exposed this now, it would certainly create a huge mess for Frank, but it would also eliminate any possibility of Frank making aeback at the Smith Group.


    But if it wasn''t him....


    I frowned. Then who could it be?"


    "Don''t rush. We''ll find out as we go. A fox''s tail will eventually be exposed."


    After saying that, Frank remembered something and added, "I might be a bitte for the celebration dinner today."


    I realized that he didn''t yet know Yasmin was my biological mother.


    Since I had promised na and because Frank had not returnedst night, now wasn''t the right time to bring this up and distract him. I nodded, "It''s okay. You focus on handling the group''s affairs. If you don''t have time, it''s fine if you don''te." "By the way, if you need funds, I can help in cases of an emergency."


    "Trying to use money to win me over again, little richdy?" Frank let out a pleasant, lowugh and respondedzily, "That won''t do. Your money is meant to support me and me alone." ''Unbelievable...''


    He could be so brazen about being financially dependent.


    But at that moment, I felt inexplicably reassured. The fact that he could joke about it meant things weren''t dire beyond repair. "Alright, Frank, I''ve saved up a lot of money. They''re all yours."


    "Mrs. Smith is determined to have me live off her, huh?


    In Jston, at the Frost Group.


    Ryan ended the shareholders'' meeting and walked out of the conference room with a stern face.


    Gary promptly approached him, nced at the time, and reminded him, "Mr. Frost, it''s almost time to head to Jeswood."


    The celebration dinner would start at six. It was getting a bit rushed now.


    "Okay."


    Ryan returned to his office, changed into a dark suit, grabbed his coat, and walked briskly toward the elevator.


    Gary, used to reading the room, fell half a step behind and noticed a colder, more intense aura around Ryan than usual. He remarked, "This time, the Frost Group has also been affected by the negative news about the Smith Group. Actually, if we terminate the agreement promptly, we wouldn''t be impacted. You don''t need to argue so much with the shareholders."


    Due to the strategic agreement signed with SZ Technology recently and the fact that SZ Technology and the Smith Group were now both under Frank''s control, the chip incident had linked SZ Technology and the Frost Group in various degrees.


    The Frost Group''s electronic products were also being questioned for potential infringement issues.


    As a result, the stock price had dropped, affecting shareholders'' interests, which forced Ryan to give an exnation.


    The shareholders, who had been under Ryan''s control for years, seized the chance to hold onto any mistake, unwilling to let go easily.


    Hearing this, Ryan cast a sidelong nce at him and coldly reprimanded, "Stop talking."


    "Is it my fault for talking too much, or are you being stubborn?" Gary couldn''t help but mutter.


    His voice was very soft, but the man walking ahead stiffened for a moment before returning to his usual indifferent demeanor. Without slowing down his footsteps, Ryan entered the elevator.


    The elevator went straight to the first floor. As Ryan stepped out, he collided with an employee carrying several bags of coffee.


    Ryan took a step back, his face darkened, and when the employee looked up, he briefly showed a sh of stunned expression.


    "I''m so sorry!" Diana repeatedly apologized, and when she saw Ryan''s face, she became even more flustered and lowered her head, "Sorry, Mr. Frost, I..."


    Ryan''s gaze swept over her name badge, his eyes narrowing slightly, "You''ve started working here?"


    "Yes."


    "Deputy Director of the Design Department..." Ryan mocked. "You''re buying coffee for people?" When Charlotte was the Deputy Director of the Design Department, everyone under her was highly Tespectful. She had never been reduced to this level. Although Ryan''s words weren''t particrly harsh, his aura made Diana almost unable to breathe. SheConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm. "I''m new here. It''s normal if they don''t respect me yet. These coffees are just part of the process to build good rtions