The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 226 If the surveillance records were erased, they might still be recoverable.

But if the surveillance was turned off, it's a whole different game...

“Ms. Bennett, who do you think stabbed us in the back?” Molly was puzzled.

A thought of Oscar flashed through Arabella’s mind, “There’s no solid proof yet, but at tomorrow's new product launch, you could...” Arabella whispered something into Molly's ear. Molly's face showed uncertainty, “I'm not sure | can pull it off...” “You totally got this.” Arabella patted her shoulder, boosting her confidence, “I believe in you.” After Molly left, Arabella pulled up the surveillance footage from that day. Sure enough, someone had intentionally deleted the records.

In fact, of all deletion methods, manual deletion is the easiest to recover. It's because the internal formatting of the hard drive is only altered once. By following certain rules, the data can be easily restored.

Arabella’s slender fingers danced on the keyboard. In no time, all the previously deleted content reappeared on screen.

Arabella spotted a familiar figure entering her office.

It was Oscar, no doubt! The office was empty at the time. He had been in there for quite some time. It was obvious that he might have been sneaking photos of the design drafts.

When he left the office, his hands were empty. But judging by his cocky strut, he probably succeeded in his scheme. He even walked out looking all smug.

Without a second thought, Arabella’s fingers danced on the keyboard again, disconnecting his office's dedicated WIFI.

On the other side.

Oscar just finished a call. He noticed his WIFI was disconnected. After reconnecting, he sat back in his chair and sipped his coffee.

He was completely oblivious that the WIFI he just connected to was specially prepared by Arabella.

Arabella effortlessly hacked into his phone. At that moment, he was replying to a voice message from someone named Jason, “That young female designer said she has a solution. She's full of youthful arrogance, thinking a few grand statements can showcase her abilities. In fact, the problem at hand is not even something you or | can solve.” “If she dares to launch a similar design tomorrow, | will bankrupt her.” “Hahaha...” Oscar enjoyed his aromatic coffee, “Don’t worry. She’s well aware of the severe consequences following the new product launch.” “Molly does have some design talent, and | once considered bringing her into my team. Unfortunately, people who can't be bought are of no use to us.” “She'll soon be behind bars. But, it's already her honor that a nobody like her could help you gain reputation with her design.” Arabella copied all these conversations and their previous chat records as evidence.

This was damning evidence! Awhile later, Oscar, enjoying his coffee and listening to music, contacted Monica, the boss of SY Fashion, asking for her cut.

“Monica, I've already provided you with our company’s best design plan. | heard you've sold thousands of products already and it will soon reach ten thousand. According to our previous agreement, | should get a cut...” “Don't worry.” Monica responded quickly, “You'll get 30%, not a penny less! But we've agreed that once you regain the position of president, you will provide some convenience for SY Fashion.” “Of course!” Oscar replied easily, “We're friends. | know what to do.” Arabella checked all the apps in Oscar’s phone, copied all the useful information, and then called Dean over.

“Go get Oscar.” Dean left immediately.

Awhile later, Oscar strode in, “You want to ask me how to solve the current problem?” Before Arabella could say anything, Oscar just sat opposite her, confidently smiling, “If I were you, I'd be handing in my resignation letter right now, asking for headquarters to step in...” “You want my position? Talking about resignation again and again... You think you're up for this job?” Arabella smiled, full of authority.

“Ha, Oscar laughed, “You're the one who's not up for it, right? I'd love to see how you explain to everyone if we can't deliver tomorrow!” That's none of your concern.” Arabella threw a stack of reports in front of him, “These are all the reimbursement forms since the company opened. I've looked through them. You claim over ten grand on average every month, especially this month, thirteen times, totaling thirteen thousand.

What kind of clients are you entertaining with all this money?” “Isn't everything clearly written on the forms? Can't you read? Do you need me to read it out to you?” Oscar leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed, “Like this month, | met with thirteen clients, spent a total of thirteen thousand, averaging about a thousand per client...” “The first reimbursement form, on the 3rd of this month, you met with the vice president of a clothing company. You treated him to dinner, golf, and sauna, spending over nine grand.” Oscar looked innocent, “What's the problem? | treated him so he would cooperate with us for a long time... You don’t understand these business etiquettes...” “But this month, the VP’s wife was giving birth abroad. The VP was abroad and not in the country.” Oscar's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

“Here's the info | found.” Arabella turned the computer screen towards him, displaying pictures of the VP abroad.

“The second reimbursement form, on the 7th of this month, you met with the president of another company. You treated him to a seafood feast, and went to a night club... spending a total of thirteen hundred.” Oscar looked a bit nervous, “So what?” “The president had just been admitted to the ER on the 6th due to kidney stones and high uric acid. He was on IV at the hospital on the 7th, he couldn't possibly have joined you for a seafood feast.” Oscar's face turned slightly pale, “Do you have any proof?” “I called you in here because I've got solid proof,” Arabella continued. “Receipt number three, dated the 9th of this month. You wined and dined the head honcho of a clothing company at a teahouse, got massages, enjoyed a hot spring, and shelled out a whopping 1400 bucks.” “And then what...” The thing is, the dude was out of town on a business trip from the 7th to the 11th of this month. He wasn't anywhere near Summerfield.” Oscar was now fully aware of the pickle he was in. His body involuntarily stiffened, no longer as laid-back as before.

“This is the evidence that you've been cooking the books for the past year,” Arabella clicked the mouse and hundreds of files popped up on the screen. She gave a slight smile, “Got anything to say for yourself?”