Chapter 195

"What? Mr. Rhys?" Morgan had shock written all over his face.

He had indeed received news that the developer of Immortunol, Mr. Rhys, w

ould be present today, but he hadn't expected him to be so young!

"N–no way! H–

he's He's Mr. Rhys?!" Mr. Marcs's eyes widened in disbelief. Never in his

wildest dreams had he imagined that the person he had been bragging abou

t being a tight buddy with was right there in front of him. This was bad.

This was really bad. They were in deep trouble now.

"Mr. Rhys? Dustin Rhys?" Julie looked around in bewilderment. "They must

be mistaken! The brilliant Mr. Rhys

who

developed Immortunol was Dustin? How is that possible?" She mused.

"What ability does this rascal possess to be able to come up with the pre

scription formula for Immortunol?"

Matt felt astonished, which was soon taken over by jealousy. Immortunol w

as a precious drug that was able

to bring in endless fortune! But how did such a treasure end up in the ha

nds of such a worthless person? It

was truly a waste!

"Mr. Finn, I'll ask you one more time," Natasha said. "Do you think that

Mr. Rhys is the person who stole these

Immortunols?"

"This Well—

This might be a misunderstanding." The corners of Morgan's eyes twitched

and he forced a

smile.

"A misunderstanding? So what you're saying is that Mr. Rhys isn't the thi

ef?" Natasha scoffed.

"Of course! Why would Mr. Rhys steal his own products?" Morgan nodded rep

eatedly.

"Alright, then tell me, who was the one who stole this box of substandard

Immortunol?" Natasha asked

authoritatively.

"I understand now!" Morgan pretended to finally understand what was

going on. "It must have been Mr. Marcs who stole the company's products w

hen he was supposed to be guarding them! He misused his authority and acc

used Mr. Rhys before we even looked into the issue! We cannot tolerate su

ch a vile person in the company!

I'll fire him right away!"

"Mr. Finn, I-"

"Shut up!" Just as Mr. Marcs was about to speak, Morgan gave him a hard s

lap and reprimanded him loudly. You piece of trash! Admit your mistakes o

r I'll not go easy on you!"

"Yes, yes. I was wrong. Please forgive me, Mr. Finn. I'll never repeat my

mistakes again." Mr. Marcs covered his face with his hands, shaking as h

e admitted his wrongdoing.

"Why are you apologizing to me? It's Ms. Harmon you should be apologizing

to!" Morgan roared.

"Ms. Harmon, I'm so sorry! Please let me off this time. I know that I was

wrong!" Mr. Marcs fell to his knees,

asking for forgiveness.

Natasha ignored him completely, her gaze fixed on Morgan. "What a smart m

ove, Mr. Finn. You're pushing someone else under the bus to save your own

sorry ass. But do you really think that you'll get away scot–free?"

"Ms. Harmon, what do you mean? I'm afraid I do not follow." Morgan's brow

s were tightly knit.

"Don't assume that I do not know what you've done. I just never bothered

to take action. But you've messed with the wrong person now! I'm giving y

ou one last chance. Give Mr. Rhys a sincere apology for your behavior

today, or be prepared to bear the consequences!" Natasha ordered with an

icy expression.

"Ms. Harmon, you must be kidding me!" Morgan's expression darkened. "I'm

a founding member and the vice president of the company! How could you ma

ke me apologize to a mere boy toy like him? How will I put my subordinate

s in line if I do that?"

"You're not apologizing, are you? Guards, beat him up!" Natasha wasted no

time with him. With a snap of her fingers, two bodyguards came up to the

m and gave Morgan several hard smacks on his face. He was totally befuddl

ed.