Chapter 93

Quinn’s face was drained of color.

Questions flooded her mind. How could this happen? Where did Lethan get these photos?

She was so close to taking the final step and officially becoming the finance manager. That was all she

needed to finalize her plan.

However, at the most crucial moment, everything fell apart.

She wondered why Lethan had hired a private investigator if he had complete confidence in her.

“Quinn, don’t you want to explain yourself?” Lethan asked with a volce full of pain.

Quinn cried, tears streaming down her face. “Honey… These… These photos are fake… They’re

photoshopped. You have to find the person who’s framing me!”

“Mrs. Quinn is right. These photos are all fake. Boss, I’ve been with you for six years. I would never do

that with Mrs. Quinn. You have to believe me!” John pleaded, his voice shaking.

“So you’re aware you’ve been working for me for six years.

Lethan walked over to John. His eyes were no longer gentle but filled with icy coldness. His years in

power made it impossible for John to look him in the face.

“Look at me,” Lethan ordered coldly.

John immediately raised his head to meet Lethan’s gaze. He felt his defenses crumble.

“Boss… This is all my fault!” John fell to his knees and slapped himself in the face.

Quinn stumbled backward as she realized it was all over. All her plans were ruined.

“Do you have anything to say, Quinn?” Lethan closed his eyes.

Quinn took a deep breath and said, “At this point, I have nothing else to say.”

Lethan chuckled bitterly.

As he turned to his desk, John’s eyes flashed with a hint of madness. He reached behind him and drew

a dagger, lunging at Lethan

Lethan saw John’s movement through his glasses and dodged the attack just in time.

Lethan looked at the dagger in John’s hand in disbelief. “John, are you trying to kill me?”

“You brought this on yourself!” John’s eyes glowed with madness as he lunged at him again.

“Security… Security!” Lethan chouted as he dodged John’s attacks.

Quinn watched helplessly.

John was fit, so Lethan was no match for him. After a brief struggle, Lethan ended up with several cuts

on

his arms.

Fortunately, security arrived in time to save Lethan’s life.

Outside the company, a white Audi slowly came to a stop.

Shein and Wanda got out of the car. Zachary followed suit with his hands in his pockets and a blank

expression.

“Zac, did you and Queenie have a fight?” Wanda asked cautiously.

“Nope!”

“Then why the long face?” Wanda was confused.

Zachary was usually a cheerful person, but today, he was unusually glum.

Zachary sighed. “Well, I got into a fight last night and lost almost 200 grand worth of equipment. Can

you blame me for being down?”

“You got into another fight? Aren’t you a professional at this game?” Wanda teased.

Zachary looked frustrated. “It’s not my fault the other guy used cheats!”

As they talked, the three of them reached the elevator lobby.

Five security guards emerged from the elevator, escorting a tightly bound John.

Quinn followed behind.

“Isn’t that Uncle Lethan’s driver?”

Wanda’s eyes widened as she saw Quinn’s hand bound with a nylon rope. “Aunt Quinn…”

Quinn–kept her head down, not daring to meet the gaze of Lethan’s family.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Zachary was also shocked.

Shein offered a weak smile. “We’ll ask Lethan about it later.”