Chapter 195

"What? Mr. Rhys?" Morgan's shock was evident. He had received news that the Immortunol developer, Mr. Rhys, would be present, but hadn't expected him to be so young.

"No way! He's he's Mr. Rhys?!" Mr. Marcs's eyes widened in disbelief. He'd never imagined the man he'd been boasting about knowing was standing before him. This was bad. Very bad. They were in deep trouble.

"Mr. Rhys? Dustin Rhys?" Julie looked around in bewilderment. "They must be mistaken! The brilliant Mr. Rhys who developed Immortunol Dustin? How is that possible?"

"What ability does this rascal possess to create the Immortunol formula?" Matt's astonishment quickly turned to jealousy. Immortunol was a lucrative drug, but how had such a treasure ended up in the hands of someone he considered worthless? It was a waste!

"Mr. Finn," Natasha said, "I'll ask you again. Do you think Mr. Rhys stole the Immortunols?"

"This well—this might be a misunderstanding," Morgan said, his eyes twitching as he forced a smile.

"A misunderstanding? So Mr. Rhys isn't the thief?" Natasha scoffed.

"Of course! Why would Mr. Rhys steal his own product?" Morgan nodded repeatedly.

"Then tell me, who stole this box of substandard Immortunol?" Natasha demanded.

"I understand!" Morgan feigned understanding. "It must have been Mr. Marcs! He stole company products while guarding them, misused his authority, and accused Mr. Rhys before investigating! We can't tolerate such a person! I'll fire him immediately!"

"Mr. Finn, I—"

"Shut up!" Before Mr. Marcs could speak, Morgan slapped him and shouted, "You piece of trash! Admit your mistakes, or I won't go easy on you!"

"Yes, yes. I was wrong. Please forgive me, Mr. Finn. I'll never repeat my mistakes," Mr. Marcs said, his face in his hands, trembling.

"Why are you apologizing to me? Apologize to Ms. Harmon!" Morgan roared.

"Ms. Harmon, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I was wrong!" Mr. Marcs fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness.

Natasha ignored him, her gaze fixed on Morgan. "Smart move, Mr. Finn. Shifting blame to save yourself. But do you really think you'll get away scot-free?"

Chapter 195 (continued)

"Ms. Harmon, what do you mean? I don't understand," Morgan said, his brows furrowed.

"Don't assume I don't know what you've done. I just haven't acted. But you've messed with the wrong person! I'm giving you one last chance. Give Mr. Rhys a sincere apology, or face the consequences!" Natasha ordered icily.

"Ms. Harmon, you're kidding!" Morgan's expression darkened. "I'm a founding member and vice president! How can you make me apologize to a mere boy like him? How will I control my subordinates if I do that?"

"You're not apologizing, are you? Guards, beat him up!" Natasha snapped her fingers. Two bodyguards appeared and struck Morgan repeatedly. He was stunned.