Chapter 65 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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“I like that.” Romeo took a deep breath of her scent and said, “I really like it. You’re already my fiancee; you need to keep a distance from others. Okay?”

“I got it; I need to go now.”

She entered the company, punched in the office code, walked in, and her bracelet was still quietly lying on the desk.

Thinking about what he said tonight, Mirabella felt warm inside.

To avoid keeping him waiting, Mirabella put on the bracelet and left the office. Just as she was about to get on the elevator, she heard a voice from the stairwell.

It sounded like an argument with a tone of complaint.

Mirabella walked over quietly, opened the stairwell door, and realized the sound was coming from a few floors below.

Because of the echo in the stairwell, the sound was quite loud.

“There are seven people to feed in my family, and they all depend on me. Now Mr. Oscar says he’s going to put production on hold. How are we supposed to get by?” “You can’t just hear half the story and jump to conclusions. What Mr. Oscar meant was that production lines one, two, and three can keep going. Only four and five need a break. He’s not saying you can’t work, just that you need to chill at home for a bit ”

“A break for how long? With seven people to support, I can’t afford to be idle for even a day!”

“Like it or not, this is how it’s going to go down. There’s no room for negotiation! Has Mr. Oscar ever done you wrong this past year? Can’t you see it? Now that Ms. Bennett is in the picture, every little thing is getting scrutinized Production lines four and five have to stop, and the stock in the warehouse must be cleared out in the next few days. Otherwise, not just you and me, but even Mr. Oscar is going to be in hot water!”

Mirabella got it. So, the products made at night on lines four and five were all faulty, huh?

The speakers must be Mr. Charlie from production and the leader of line four. They mentioned that the stock in the warehouse must be cleared out in the next few days. So, this stuff must be dodgy.

Quietly, Mirabella left the hallway and headed to the warehouse on the first floor.

At night, the warehouse was unguarded. Mirabella couldn’t open the warehouse door with her own fingerprint. Oddly, her fingerprint was supposed to be in the company system, allowing her access anywhere.

She entered the password, but the warehouse door still didn’t budge. In theory, this password should grant.her free reign throughout the company.

Unless someone deliberately deleted her data to keep her from entering that door,

A spark of interest flashed in Mirabella’s eyes. She really wanted to know if Oscar’s behind–the–scenes maneuvers matched her suspicions.

The warehouse door had a three–layer password lock, which Mirabella easily cracked. She also altered the upcoming surveillance recording.

Inside the warehouse, various garments were neatly organized. There were finished products processed for other companies as well as old and new products from their own company.

After a round in the warehouse, Mirabella found two batches of new goods that looked identical but had vastly different workmanship and materials. Then she logged into the warehouse administrator’s computer and found that the low–quality batch hadn’t been entered into the company’s database. She copied all the data from the computer, sent it to her own email, and then erased all traces.

Just then, there were footsteps outside the warehouse.

Mirabella leaped onto the overhead beam and looked down. The people who came in were Mr. Charlie and some employees.

All of them were faces she hadn’t seen before.

It suddenly dawned on Mirabella that the day and night shift workers were not the same!

These guys must be Oscar’s cronies.

Each of them was holding a wooden stick.

The warehouse lights. were turned on, and the employees searched everywhere but didn’t find anyone.

“Mr. Charlie, don’t you think you’re a bit too jumpy because of the new Ms. Bennett?”

Mr. Charlie scanned the place, feeling a strange atmosphere. “Check the surveillance.”

Mirabella had modified the surveillance previously. Although it was still recording, there was no trace of her having been there.

An employee checked the surveillance and immediately reported, “Mr. Charlie, no one has entered the warehouse.”

“That’s weird. Someone definitely saw Ms. Bennett entering the company just now. Could they have been mistaken?” Mr. Charlie was puzzled.

“There’s no sign of anyone being in the warehouse!

Just now, one of the guys went downstairs to grab takeout, and he saw someone who looked a helluva lot like Mirabella heading into the private elevator. From the back, it’s got to be her.

Mr. Charlie was kind of freaked out, so he decided to check the surveillance cameras at the front entrance.

If Mirabella really did swing by, the cameras would have definitely caught her on tape!

While one of the dudes was busy pulling up the CCTV footage, Mirabella whipped out her phone, deleted all the surveillance footage of her entering the building, and then started recording their every move

“Mr. Charlie, if Mirabella really did drop by and she found out about the stuff we’re producing, what do we do then?” One guy asked, worried that Mirabella might start digging into their business.

“The way she’s snooping around, it won’t be long before all our dirty laundry is aired in public!”

“Are we going to lose our jobs over this?”

“If Mirabella finds out about our screw–ups, it’s not just our jobs that would be on the line; we might even get sued!”

Mr. Charlie, hearing their chatter, let out a snide chuckle: “If someone happened to get into a car accident or some other mishap on their way to or from work, we can’t be blamed it’s just their crappy luck.”

The guys were freaked out by his insinuation. Was Mr. Charlie implying that if Mirabella saw something she shouldn’t have, he might resort to drastic measures? But Mirabella was sent from HQ; what if there’s more to her than they know?

A little while later, the guy who went to check the surveillance came back and said, “Mr. Charlie, Mirabella didn’t drop by tonight. That dude probably just saw it wrong. “Looks like we freaked out for nothing. What are we waiting for, then? Let’s get back to work!”

“I nearly had a heart attack, thinking Mirabella had actually shown up. I even worried she might have come to the warehouse!”

A group of five or six guys turned off the lights and got ready to leave.

Just then, Mirabella’s phone buzzed a few times. It was call from Romeo.

Her phone’s recording was abruptly interrupted.

Mr. Charlie, as if he heard something, asked sharply, “Whose phone was just vibrating?”

“No.”

Everyone fumbled for their phones. All quiet.

Mirabella quickly hung up on Romeo, put her phone on silent, and texted him, “Busy now, let’s catch up later.”

Romeo replied, “Okay.” He initially thought she might have run into some trouble, but it seems he was overthinking.

Mr. Charlie listened carefully, but there were no more sounds. Did he imagine it?

“Mr. Charlie, you’re being too paranoid! That girl’s got you all jumpy! Haha.”

“This warehouse isn’t that big. If someone was hiding in here, we would’ve found them by now.”

They left laughing, dragging Mr. Charlie along.

The warehouse door was shut.

A glimmer of gloom flashed in Mirabella’s eyes. It seemed their secrets were even deeper than she thought..

The warehouse was pitch black.

But Mirabella didn’t immediately leave. She chose to stay on the crossbeam, waiting.

The lights outside were bright, casting a few shadows at the entrance of the warehouse. Beams of light spilled through the cracks of the door, illuminating patches on the ground.

Not long after, the warehouse door was suddenly flung open, and the same gang barged in again. Mr. Charlie flicked on the lights, his eyes fierce, itching to drag out whoever was hiding inside. Several workers quickly searched the place but still found no suspicious characters.

“Mr. Charlie, we even checked inside the boxes in the corners, there’s really no one hiding.”

“You can relax now!”

“You mentioned hearing a cellphone vibration, you must’ve heard wrong”

Mr. Charlie’s gaze scanned the surroundings once again. Something felt off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He looked somewhat eerie.

“If there really is someone in the warehouse, they would show up the moment we leave.”

“We waited outside for so long just now; if there was someone inside, they couldn’t possibly stay completely silent.” “Mr. Charlie, you’re probably overthinking!”

Mr. Charlie continued to scan the area, but there was no movement in the warehouse, so he gave up and said, “I hope so.”

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