The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never
Chapter 888

Jorge admitted, lowering his head, “All cameras were checked.

No one used the elevator after hours.

”

Without surveillance in the secure corridor, determining any unauthorized access to the office was impossible.

Only senior executives’ order could have prompted such an act.

Suppressing her frustration, Lydia instructed firmly, “Have them recompile the materials.

Bring them to me once done.

”

Jorge responded promptly, “Understood, Miss Phillips.

”

With that, he exited Lydia’s office.

His teammates immediately flocked to him, concern etched on their faces.

“Is everything alright? Did Miss Phillips hold you responsible?”

“Here, dab the sweat off.

What did she say?”

Jorge’s knees buckled with relief the moment he stepped outside.

Accepting a tissue from a colleague, he mopped his brow.

“No cause for alarm.

Miss Phillips spared us any fault.

She simply wants us to organize the materials posthaste.

”

“Mr.

Potter! I recall the section I organized yesterday.

I’ll get on it right away!”

Relieved to hear Jorge was unscathed, they scattered to resume their duties.

Dalary, with a sneer lacing her tone, couldn’t resist a taunt.

“Didn’t I predict this project’s downfall? Some things are destined!

We failed to deliver last time, clearly indicating it wasn’t meant for us.

Now, the missing materials? Clearly, fate’s telling us to abandon ship.

Save your strength.

Your diligence is futile!”

Her words barely faded when her followers echoed her mockery at Jorge’s expense.

Seething, Jorge fixed his gaze on Dalary.

“Only a few people have access to the crucial keys in this office.

You’re well aware of your deeds.

One should always act with integrity!”

Dalary, as if stung, sprang up.

“Accusing us of deliberately erasing your files? You’ve got no proof! Mark my words, I’ll take legal action! Why blame us? Perhaps the traitor lurks among yourselves.

Reflect on your own shortcomings before making accusations!”

Jorge refused to engage further in the spat, choosing instead to retreat to the quiet of his desk.