Chapter 1524: Resources
Chapter 1524: Resources
Preston immediately showed his hand when something happened, without considering whether he had any certainty or how much of certainty he had. The result of acting like this is definitely not what he wants.
This was Elijah's thought as he sighed silently, gradually hiding his emotions.
The dean quickly returned with the cigarettes and said to Elijah, "The supermarket owner went to visit relatives, and the owner's niece doesn't understand the prices very well. She just collected the wrong amount of money."
Elijah replied without any emotion, "When selling things, one should be careful not to collect the wrong amount of money. But I suppose you are a regular customer? It doesn't matter since we are so close." The dean nodded and didn't say much, then left.
Elijah closed the door and opened the pack of cigarettes. He didn't immediately light one up but emptied all the cigarettes out. He then opened the paper of the cigarette box and wrote a sentence with a black pen. After reading it, Elijah ate the paper and only then did he light a cigarette and take a puff.
In fact, he hadn't smoked for a long time because he didn't have that privilege in prison. This privilege was only for those who had money.
In addition, he had been staying in the hotel arranged by Ayan since he got out, so he didn't have the qualification to ask for cigarettes. So far, his craving for cigarettes had almost disappeared, but he accepted them when Preston gave them to him after coming to the orphanage.
Elijah didn't want Preston to notice anything unusual, so he opened the window to let the smoke dissipate before closing it again and picking up his phone to attend to the tasks assigned by Preston.
At the same time, in the office of Simpson Group's CEO, Kian knocked on the door and walked in quickly.
He walked directly to the desk and lowered his voice, "Mr. Simpson, I just received some news."
Kian handed over a small note, and Ayan glanced at it briefly before shifting his gaze back to the documents in front of him. He didn't even spare an extra glance or pick up the note.
He said calmly, "Don't rush to trust him, and don't think that him contacting us is something to be happy about. His character needs to be evaluated, and we need to go through thorough judgment before trusting him. It's not realistic or reliable to put all our hopes on him."
"I understand what you mean," Kian nodded.
Ayan put down his pen and looked at Kian again, saying, "Preston already knows about the incident with the SynergyCon project. He won't let go of such a good opportunity to target me. So keep an eye on him and see what he intends to do."
"Do we need to directly intervene?"
"No need. He doesn't have the resources or enough money to cause a big storm. As for minor troubles, it doesn't matter. Let him come directly." Ayan chuckled lightly, not taking Preston seriously at all. From beginning to end, Ayan never saw Preston as his opponent because Preston wasn't worthy of being called an opponent.
Ayan admired opponents who had strength and ability. But Preston had neither. Relying solely on calculations and schemes wouldn't get him far or allow him to achieve anything significant. So why should Ayar treat him as an opponent?
Although Ayan said so, Kian was still worried because Preston always played dirty tricks. He was worried that Preston would cause trouble for Simpson Group again. Kian had witnessed everything Preston had done and knew how dark and calculating he could be.
Kian looked at Ayan with concern and said softly, "Mr. Simpson, should we be on guard against Preston? I feel like what he intends to do is not that simple."Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
Because every time Preston caused chaos, it left Kian exhausted. So he couldn't help but ask.
Ayan didn't immediately respond but remained silent for several seconds before saying indifferently, "What he can do is actually quite simple. He only has this ability to stir up trouble on the internet."
Although they could guess that he would cause trouble online, the internet was vast, and once his actions erupted, it would be difficult to handle.
Kian's worry deepened as he
thought about this. "Mr. Simpson, if he really causes trouble online, we can intercept and suppress it, but I'm afraid we may not be able to act fast enough because we don't know when he will start."
"Don't worry about his actions. It's useless to try to stop him if he really wants to do something. Instead, let him reveal all his intentions first before we respond." Ayan didn't see it as a problem, but Kian's words reminded him. He told Kian, "Contact the police and submit a list of all the injured people along with their identification information. It must match. Also, have all the workers on the project go through facial recognition and identity verification."
"Yes, we have that. The backends of all four companies can log in and view the workers."
"Can it be modified?" Ayan asked Kian as he walked away from his desk towards the water dispenser and poured himself a glass of water.
Kian followed Ayan's movement with his gaze and replied, "I didn't pay attention to that."
"Go check now. If it can be modified, fix the system so that it can't be changed. We need to keep control in our hands."
"Alright, I understand," Kian didn't ask why Ayan wanted it done because if Ayan said so, there must be a reason.
After Kian left the office, Ayan's furrowed brow didn't relax. Preston wanted to cause trouble using this incident, so the only possibility was targeting those injured people. Ayan wanted to block every possible path and not give Preston any opportunities.
Taking a deep breath, Ayan's gaze became even more sinister.
He put down his glass on the desk just as his phone rang. It was Horace calling.
He answered the call, and Horace's voice came from the other end, "Busy?"
"Can I answer your call if I'm busy?"
Horace laughed, "How about going out for a drink?"
It was still some time before work ended at this hour. Why was he so worried and bored?
Ayan thought this way and naturally asked him that question.