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.

Porter, I heard that you

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

by Dillon’s words. “After his arrest for what happened to Hudson Pharmaceuticals, Jefferey gave up a name list that

dangerous place is the safest. Don’t

“But that’s too dangerous.”

and his father had worked together to keep him in the dark, a hint of gloom

Lila came in to serve food, only to be greeted with a glare from a sullen-faced

never heard of Hudson Pharmaceuticals’ new president before. All I heard was

dare

you can’t be too careful,

“What trouble can she make? She’s just a woman. And besides, she’s supplied plenty of goods this time. As long as we make

Porter’s asking you to

can’t be helped. After all, a higher profile draws greater scrutiny. Perhaps he thinks that

“The Riverdale Investigation Bureau has always been watching 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 the goods yourself

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

a thoughtful expression on his face. “Young Master Porter, how

mean to let her take

Porter, I think you’ve not

her, but from Jason. I reckon that fellow must

me worried

“You mean Richard Carter?”

on good terms. Since he’s acknowledged Rachel as his goddaughter, he has to have a good opinion of her. If she’s a person

froze slightly as he played with

Lila making tea nearby, which made him grow wary. “Miss Lila, please leave the room

and left without a change in her countenance, but her brows furrowed as she closed the door. Contrary to Dillon, a good-for-nothing, Randall was a deep one. Every word he had just said hit the nail on the head with