Chapter 805 Found the Evidence

Chapter 805 Found the Evidence

Allison felt a little embarrassed when she saw her son's gloomy face. "That's not a lot, right? Isn't T

Corporation one of the biggest corporations in the country? It's even renowned internationally too.

Don't tell me that the company is running out of money just because of this minor accident?"

Luke lit a cigarette, feeling rather frustrated.

Sometimes, he did not have the patience to deal with his mother, who only knew how to ask him for

money. "This is a delicate scenario, Mother. You must have seen the situation at the entrance when

you came here, right? Can you please not compound my troubles? I'll get the finance department to

transfer three million dollars to your account. That should be enough for three months if you spend

it sparingly. Please stop bothering me during this period.”

"What? Only three million?"

Allison's face stretched exaggeratedly, and her voice became shrill. "Do you think that three million

dollars is enough for me, my son? That's only enough for a few handbags and clothes. How can I

pay for my living expenses then? You can't be that stingy toward your mother! I don't care. I want at

least twenty million from you today. Otherwise, I'm not leaving!" She reclined on the couch, crossed

her legs, then pointed her pedicured toes demonstratively at Luke. Luke did not even glance at her.

He picked up his coat and walked toward the door. "I have a meeting to attend. You can stay here

for as long as you want."

He glanced at Jason, who had entered the room with a fruit platter and a glass of fruit juice, then

left as though nothing had happened.

Allison got anxious when she saw that Luke was ignoring her. She pounced from the couch and

said, "Hey, my son, you can't leave. I don't need that much money after all. Give me ten million.

That's the least I can accept... My standards of living will lower by a lot if you can't even give me ten

million dollars. Don't you feel sorry

for your mother?”

Luke did not stop or slow down. He opened the door and stepped out.

Allison stomped her feet in anger.

She was about to run after him when Jason stuffed the fruit platter into her hands. "Please calm

down, Madam. You should know better than anyone else that Mr. Crawford won't change his mind

once he has decided on something. You should be exhausted from waiting. Here, have some fruit..."

"Do I look like I'm in the mood to eat fruit when the problem isn't solved yet? Sigh, why did I give

birth to an ingrate?” Allison flipped the fruit platter, and the colorful fruit pieces were scattered all

over the floor. However, she knew that her son was indeed stubborn. She picked up her handbag

and left dejectedly. Before she walked out of the office, she glared at Jason and said, "Mr. Doyle,

please get the finance department to transfer three million dollars to me, and not a cent less!"

"Don’t worry, Madam. That certainly can be done.” After Allison left, Jason looked helplessly at the

fruit platter on the floor that he had so meticulously arranged.

He dialed an internal number for the cleaner, then left the office.

He could never understand why a materialistic, rude, and selfish woman like Allison could give birth

to an outstanding son like Luke.

If not that the mother and son looked somewhat alike, he might even wonder if

Allison was truly Luke's birth mother.

The conference room was filled with people from higher management. The meeting lasted for one

and a half hours, and all the people seemed quite tired after one

boring discussion after another.

No one dared to slack. Their boss's stern demeanor was colder than a glacier.

Luke, sitting in the CEO's seat, also seemed tired, but his gaze and bearing remained sharp. Even

though he did not move, the way he sat straight in his seat gave off an oppressive feeling.

Luke watched T Corporation's share prices drop lower and lower. He took the latest financial report

that the secretary passed to him and briefly glanced through it. His calm demeanor was a stark

contrast with the nervousness of those people from higher management.

One of the older men with white hair said sternly and nervously, "Our market value has fallen by

about thirty billion dollars since The Galleria's collapse, Mr. Crawford. If we don't curb the loss

somehow, we run the risk of being delisted, and that'll be troublesome for future funding

prospects..."

"Yes, Mr. Crawford. Also, the families of the victims have been rallying outside the building. Why

don't we negotiate the compensation with them? What are we waiting for? Why aren't we acting?”

"Mr. Crawford, you have always been swift and assertive, but why haven't you made a decision this

time? Do you care if the company lives or dies?”

The questions rained on Luke like bullets.

He shot them a stern glare, which immediately shut them up.

He whipped out his pen and wrote a single word on the cover page of a document. The force was

strong enough to penetrate the paper. The word was "WAIT."

He did not explain anything to his subordinates. The word that came out of his mouth was,

"Dismissed!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally free.

They waited for Luke to leave the conference room before stretching their limbs and leaving the

room one by one.

Luke went back to his office, tossed the pen on his desk, then sat on his chair. He kicked with his

feet, and the swivel chair turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

His back was facing the door of the CEO's office.

Next to him was a cup of coffee at the perfect temperature. His secretaries knew very well what he

wanted.

He took a small sip, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little. Suddenly, his fax machine

emitted a peculiar tone. Luke keyed in a complicated code, and the machine began to print rapidly

on several sheets of paper. In seconds, a top-secret document was ready for Luke's viewing. Luke

picked up the document and began skimming through it.

Gale and Rain did not disappoint him.

There was indeed an element of sabotage in the tragedy of The Galleria. The evidence they found

was enough to clear T Corporation of any wrongdoing. However, his expression became colder and

colder as he read on...

As expected, the collapse was Wayne's handiwork. However, he did not expect that Kassy was

involved too...