Chapter 804: Falling Apart
Chapter 804: Falling Apart
"Does Mr. Simpson need it right now?" John was somewhat surprised. He had been by Ayan''s side for
several years, and most of the time, his work revolved around managing Ayan''s frequent business
trips.
"Now, it needs to be fast," Ayan said with a grave expression.
"Alright, I understand." John immediately essed thepany''s intr to retrieve the necessary
information. Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly said to Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, Assistant
Fontirroig has submitted her resignation. Should I still send you her details?"
"Resignation?"
"Yes, we received her resignation application yesterday. Since she was an assistant in the secretary''s
office, the HR department sent the news directly to me. I haven''t had a chance to inform Kian. Do you
want her information?"
Ayan squinted his eyes slightly. He had a natural impression of Assistant Fontirroig, who worked in the
secretary''s office. There were a total of eight assistants and secretaries, each with their own specific
responsibilities under Kian''s management. Ayan wasn''t particrly familiar with them due to their
extensive work arrangements.
However, Assistant Fontirroig left a deep impression on him because he had assigned her to assist
Camille for a few days. It was when the museum project had just begun, and he and Kian were on a
business trip to Dane City.
So, he had temporarily assigned Assistant Fontirroig to Camille, allowing her to handle any matters that
arose.
His face instantly turned cold, and he immediately instructed, "Contact her right away. Find any reason
to bring her to thepany, but don''t mention me. Don''t let her suspect anything unusual."
John didn''t understand Ayan''s intentions, but he didn''t dare to show any negligence. He immediately
followed Ayan''s instructions.
Ayan also spoke to the driver, "Go to Simpson Group."
The reason he suddenly asked his secretary to investigate the personal information and work schedule
of the secretary''s office was that, apart from Kian, the secretary''s office personnel were the most aware
of his schedule.
Kian was not someone who would betray him, so the focus shifted to the secretaries.
As for John, he was Kian''s junior and someone Ayan could trust. He could entrust him with this task.
While heading back to thepany, John called again.
He had contacted Assistant Fontirroig, and she was on her way back to thepany. He had lured her
back by iming that she needed to sign some documents rted to her resignation.
Ayan arrived at Simpson Group before Assistant Fontirroig, and John was waiting at the elevator doors.
As Ayan stepped out of the elevator, John quickly checked the time and reported, "Mr. Simpson,
Assistant Fontirroig should be here soon. Where do you want to meet her?"
"The conference room."
If they went to the office, she would be suspicious.
John nodded, and Ayan added, "Tell her not to bring her phone. Use the excuse that the agreement
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John nodded again, but he didn''t dare to be curious about what Ayan was nning.
After taking all the personal information from John, Ayan walked directly towards the conference room.
As for John, he had to stay at the elevator and wait for Assistant Fontirroig''s arrival.
During this time, Ayan went through everyone''s profiles, including those of Kian and John.
He quickly skimmed through the information and work schedules of the others because he had a
suspect now, and naturally, all his focus was on the suspect.
Assistant Fontirroig, whose name is Sandra Fontirroig, is not a local of Hance City. However, she
excelled in her previous university despite having an average family background. That''s why she
worked harder than others, which is the only reason she has reached her current position.
Sandra serves as the assistant to Ayan, the president of the Simpson Group. This position would make
countless people envious if word got out.
But Sandra''s resignation at this time is clearly illogical.
There is no suitable reason, and it bes an inexplicable dead end.
There were no signs from Sandra before this, so her resignation came as a sudden surprise.
She was treated exceptionally well in thepany, her work went smoothly, and she got along very
well with her colleagues. So why would she resign?
Sandra knocked on the door of the meeting room and saw that the person inside was not the head of
the HR department but Ayan.
She looked at Ayan with some surprise, and her expression instantly stiffened and became nervous.
In contrast to her confusion, Ayan remained calm. He looked at her with a warm but distant gaze and
said in a disinterested tone, "Noting in?"
Sandra quickly stepped inside, her nervousness still evident on her face. She asked in a low voice, "Mr.
Simpson, why is it you?"
"I heard you want to resign?" Ayan ignored her question and pushed the resignation letter in front of
her. With distinct fingers, he lightly tapped on it, while his deep gaze remained fixed on her.
Sandra nodded and said, "Yes, I want to resign."
"You were doing well. Why do you want to resign? Is it because of thepany''s welfare or the
workload?"
Ayan continued his indifferent inquiry, his expression always cold and distant.
Looking at the man in front of her, Sandra clenched her teeth and spoke with a slightly rigid voice, "Mr.
Simpson, it''s not that. Thepany has been treating me well, and thepensation is good too. It''s
just a personal reason, so I want to resign. I hope Mr. Simpson can understand."
"Well, you''ve been with thepany for three years, right?"
"Yes."
Ayan lightly tapped on the desk, his expression inscrutable, and his falcon-like eyes fixed unwaveringly
on Sandra, making her feel increasingly uncertain.
Sandra stuttered, "Mr. Simpson, do you have anything else?"
"No."
"Then I''ll go and handle the resignation procedures."
"Fine."
Ayan continued to gaze at her without averting his eyes. Once Sandra got permission, she didn''t dare
to linger for another second. The pressure of being around Ayan was too great, and she also had
something hidden deep inside. Therefore, she just wanted to leave Ayan''s sight as quickly as possible.
She stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and was about to leave when Ayan''s voice rang out once
again. He coldly asked, "Assistant Fontirroig, did you disclose mine and Camille''s itinerary and work
schedule to those who kidnapped her?"
Upon hearing Ayan''s question, Sandra froze in ce.
Her facial expression became vacant because she had her back turned to Ayan, and she couldn''t see
his current expression. However, she sensed a range of emotions from his previous inquiry.
After a brief silence, Sandra immediately denied, her voice tense, "Mr. Simpson, what are you talking
about? I don''t quite understand."
Ayan sneered, and his tone was no longer as indifferent as before but filled with coldness. "Sandra, you
only have this one chance. Whether or not you tell me the truth is your own choice. I don''t care how the
people behind you made promises to you, but now you''re in my hands. If I suspect you, do you think I
would let you leave just like that? If you leave Simpson Group, do you think you can still have another
job if we don''t part on good terms? Can the people behind you really provide lifelong security?"
Ayan remained seated, showing no intention of getting up.
His expression was extremely gloomy, and he maintained a calmposure, making sure not to reveal
any signs of urgency or panic. If his suspicions were just at the beginning, now he waspletely
convinced by Sandra''s reaction.
After his words, Sandra anxiously denied and exined, "Mr. Simpson, I really don''t know what you''re
talking about. It''s just because of personal issues. Although I know that leaving Simpson Group means
I won''t find a better job, I feel a lot of pressure. I want to find a job that is more rxed and free from
intensepetition. I don''t have many ambitions, so I want to lead a simpler life."
"Do you think I would believe these words? Since I could say such things angrily, it means I have
enough evidence in my hands. Do you think the people behind you can bribe me? Do I have no one? "
Sandra clenched her fists, seemingly hesitating about something.
Ayan squinted his eyes, his expression chilling to the extreme, and his tone gradually grew heavier.
"Since you''re unwilling to say, then I will have to call the police."
"Mr. Simpson, I haven''t done anything. Even if the policee, I will say the same thing."
"Is that so? If I report the leakage of Simpson Group''s trade secrets as the reason, do you think the
police will act ordingly?"
Ayan smirked, and a coldness pervaded the air.