Daisy Grant bit her lip, her eyebrows tightened, and her voice was cool: "I haven't disclosed anything about C.Y. If C.Y. wants to report it to the police, I have nothing to say; I accept any investigation."
Lee Zhi was infuriated by Daisy Grant's cold and arrogant attitude. He looked at Dawn Sutherland in the main seat and said, "President Sutherland, I suggest reporting this to the police! This matter has caused us at C.Y. a tremendous loss, costing us the cooperation with Waltham! Assistant Grant cannot be let off! We must hold her accountable!"
All eyes turned to the person in the main seat, waiting for the speechless boss of C.Y., the highest level, to speak.
Dawn Sutherland toyed with the pen in his hand, leaned back in his chair, his gaze profound. He pressed his thin lips together, looking indifferent, as if he hadn't heard a word of the argument among his employees earlier. He looked at Daisy Grant, and a calm tone escaped his lips: "Do you have anything to say?"
