My Mute Bride

Chapter 343 The Root of All Evil

At the Burton Group, the phone outside the company president’s office had rung all afternoon. The sound of someone coughing came from behind the desk.

Just then, Frankie hurriedly entered the office with the document in his hands. “President Burton, we’ve found out that Miss Carter was also at Hotel Platinum that day. Unless proven otherwise, that woman could have indeed been hired by President Hudson and her company.”

Justin sounded very calm. “Got it.”

Frankie suggested gingerly, “President Burton, I asked our company’s legal department about this, and they said we’d better sue Hudson Pharmaceuticals for libel.”

“That’s unnecessary,” came the man’s terse and unequivocal reply.

“So, you mean…”

“Put this matter aside first. Just suppress the news.”

“Aren’t we gonna do anything, then? President Hudson has smeared your reputation by doing this. If we don’t do anything to clear your name, the company’s board of directors will call you to account—”

Justin lifted his head from his laptop, his stony face gaunt and craggy. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”

Although Frankie dared not disobey Justin, he was indignant deep down. He muttered, “I just feel sorry for you. It was unnecessary to resort to such underhanded means for the lawsuit. And besides, President Hudson wasn’t such a person in the past.”

Justin’s grip on his fountain pen tightened slightly. “She’s not to blame.” Rachel used to be an unsophisticated and kind-hearted person who was sincere to others, but she never got to meet a nice person, and the few relatives and friends who were nice to her ended up leaving her one after another. It was me who drove her into becoming the person she is today. I’m the root of all evil, he thought.

Darkness slowly shrouded Riverdale, while the Golden Cruise lay at anchor on the river with its bright lights and the neon lights in Riverdale echoing each other. Aboard the cruise ship, the party was still in full swing, but one private room deep in the restaurant formed a sharp contrast with the raging noise outside.

Lila and several bodyguard-like men were standing guard outside the private room, forbidding even the waiter to enter to serve dishes. “Just give it to me.” She took the food tray from the waiter and entered.

At this moment, only two people were in the private room—Dillon and Randall.

Master Porter, I heard that you

it’s not really new. It’s Hudson Pharmaceuticals, whom I’ve

words. “After his arrest for what happened to Hudson Pharmaceuticals, Jefferey gave up a name list that implicated a lot of people. Young Master Porter, how could you take chances by working

most dangerous place is the

“But that’s too dangerous.”

of this, so there’s no way the collaboration could go wrong.” Still, when he recalled how Lila and his father had worked together to keep him in the dark, a hint of gloom crept into his eyes, and he

only to be greeted with a glare from a

in thought. “Young Master Porter, I’ve never heard of Hudson Pharmaceuticals’ new president before. All I heard was that she

isn’t cruel dare to

too careful, Young Master

she make? She’s just a woman. And besides, she’s supplied plenty of goods this time. As long as we make sure that nothing goes wrong, the goods will be enough

asking you

a higher profile draws greater scrutiny. Perhaps he thinks that I’ve stayed too long in Riverdale. Things have

us. It’s just that they’re not able to get hold of any evidence, so they can’t say anything. But the amount of goods is large this time. Young Master Porter, I think you’d better not escort

do it. We had a batch of goods confiscated last time, and my dad was very

his face. “Young Master Porter, how about this? Let Rachel,

mean to let her take part in this? Are

you’ve

the goods didn’t come from her, but from Jason. I reckon that fellow must have earned a

makes me worried about this woman is her relationship with the

“You mean Richard Carter?”

goddaughter, he has to have a good

hand froze slightly as he played with

something again, he saw Lila making tea nearby, which

the door. Contrary to Dillon, a good-for-nothing, Randall was a deep