Chapter 370: Someone From the Queen Family

“Who ordered you to do it? Tell me the truth! Who in Queen Group dared to defy my orders?” Alfred demanded furiously. Rex was close to tears.

“If I reveal the person now, Old Mr. Queen will definitely punish her! I don’t dare,” he thought.

Alfred harrumphed impatiently at Rex’s silence. “Since you refuse to answer, I’ll assume it was your idea.”

He turned to Jonathan. “He works for you. You decide what to do with him.”

Rex protested vehemently, “No, Old Mr. Queen! I wouldn’t dare!” He couldn’t bear the responsibility for such a colossal mistake.

Jonathan rose, his gaze cold and intense. “Who is it, then?”

Rex lowered his head, whispering cautiously, “It’s Ms. Frieda.”

Frieda?

Jonathan and Alfred were shocked. They couldn’t comprehend why Frieda, a member of their own family, would act against the Queen family’s interests. Especially considering she’d witnessed Roxanne’s treatment of Alfred’s condition; they owed Roxanne a significant debt.

“Ms. Frieda said it was your order,” Rex explained remorsefully. “I only realized it wasn’t when you called earlier. Mr. Queen, I didn’t mean to disobey you! I wouldn’t dare!”

Jonathan waved him off irritably. “Got it. Next time, ask for my instructions if it concerns Dr. Jarvis.”

Rex readily agreed.

“And arrange delivery of the medicinal herbs Dr. Jarvis’s research institute needs as soon as you return. I’ll call Dr. Jarvis to confirm receipt,” Jonathan ordered. “You should also apologize to her.”

“Yes,” Rex replied.

Jonathan dismissed Rex. Alfred and Jonathan were alone in the living room, their expressions grim as they considered Rex’s words.

Jonathan recalled Frieda’s dislike for Roxanne from their first meeting, but he never imagined she would publicly sabotage her.

Why is Frieda so reckless? he wondered.

“Grandpa, what should I do?” Jonathan asked, seeking Alfred’s guidance.

Alfred was furious. He couldn’t believe one of their own, his granddaughter no less, had nearly ruined Queen Group’s reputation.

“Have her come home now! That spoiled brat is getting bolder by the day!” Alfred snapped.

Jonathan called Frieda. She answered calmly, anticipating his call.

“Jonathan, what is it?”

Jonathan’s voice was sharp. “How dare you ask? Come home now!”

Frieda rolled her eyes, replying languidly, “Got it. I’ll be home soon.” She hung up before Jonathan could respond.

I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s overreacting, she thought, though a pang of guilt pricked her conscience for her actions.

Back at the Queen residence, Jonathan glared at his phone.

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