Fiona Wallace and those few security guards confessed everything cleanly without Old Master Collins needing to waste much breath.
Owen Moreland offered those people benefits and promised they wouldn't lose their jobs, so they were easily bought by people from other companies. Those three female employees were brought by Fiona Wallace to the third-floor conference room in the annex building, hidden in the bathroom, and waited outside for their chance to strike, with the security personnel turning a blind eye.
Old Master Collins was determined to see how Owen Moreland would persuade him not to fire those treacherous scoundrels!
Thinking of this, Old Master Collins took a deep breath, steadied his violently fluctuating chest, suppressed his surging blood pressure, and said coldly, "Give me a reason."
"Go ask your good granddaughter," Owen Moreland had no intention of hiding anything, speaking lightly, "No one knows better than her why this is happening to her."
