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"Alright. I understand," Pete answered.
After hanging up, Nyla sat on the sofa, contemplating who could be behind the situation. Whoever knew about the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident and could track down Steven to use him against her must hold significant power. When Valarie emerged from the bathroom, she noticed Nyla staring off into space on the sofa. She walked over and waved her hand in front of Nyla's face. "What's got you so lost in thought?" Nyla snapped out of her reverie, shook her head, and stood up. "Nothing much. Let's go." On the other side, Nathaniel was fuming when he learned that Steven's tracking had been discovered.
"What's he doing? He was caught right away-what a useless fool!" he scolded.
His secretary kept their head down, waiting for Nathaniel to calm down before cautiously suggesting, "Mr. Preston, it might be best to stop Steven from tracking Nyla any further. Otherwise, it could lead back to us." Nathaniel's expression remained grim.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a long pause, he finally spoke. "He won't dare implicateeven if he's caught. For now, tell him to hold off on any actions. We'll let him act when the tis right." "Alright," his secretary replied.
After the secretary left, Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. He had no personal grudge against Nyla-his only issue was that she was in his way. If she disappeared, he could be with Rebecca.
After dropping Valarie off at her company and on her way home, Nyla received a call from Spencer.
His voice was cold. "Ms. Jayston, where are you right now? You need to cto the company immediately." Nyla's heart sank. "Mr. Hogg, have you found any evidence regarding the data leak?" "You'll find out when you get here," Spencer said before hanging up.
When Nyla arrived at Prospectus Technology, it was already past 10:00 a.m.
The receptionist escorted her to the top-floor conference room, where Gabriel and Melody were already present, along with several unfamiliar faces.
Everyone was dressed in suits, their serious expressions and tense demeanor creating an uneasy atmosphere. Melody glanced at Nyla with an expression that suggested she wanted to speak but hesitated, eventually biting her lip and looking away.
Spencer's gaze was particularly cold. "Ms. Jayston, please have a seat." Nyla pulled out a chair and sat down. Just as she was about to speak, the screen lit up, displaying a photo.
"Ms. Jayston, this is what the technicians found after their investigation. Your computer senta compressed file of your experimental data to Contelligence at 8:00 p.m. last Wednesday Spencer stated.
Nyla's eyes widened. "I left the office right after work last Wednesday. There's no way I was at the lab at 8:00 p.m., sending data to Contelligence." Spencer nodded. "The email was scheduled to send, and traces of the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmscheduled sending were deliberately erased. The technicians spent m considerable trestoring your computer's data, and the scheduled twas during your working hours. "So, if you can't provide evidence proving that this email wasn't sent by you, you may face a lawsuit from Prospectus Technology." Nyla's face paled, and her hands clenched tightly on her lap. She needed to remain calm-panicking wouldn't help.
"Can you tellthe exact twhen this email was scheduled?" she asked. "Yes, the email was scheduled for 1:30 p.m. on Tuesday," Spencer answered.
Nyla usually napped during that time, typically at her desk. Since she was a light sleeper, no one would have had the Chance to access her computer. She was certain she had never sent such an email. "Mr. Hogg, if I had intended to send the data to Contelligence, I wouldn't have done it in a manner that left evidence for you to uncover," Nyla said.
"Ms. Jayston, tellingthat is pointless. The email was sent from om your computer. If you can't prove it ΝΟ wasn't you who sent it, you'll have to face the consequences," Spencer replied.