Mrs. Campell wore a frosty expression as she made an internal call. Her voice was icy and flat, devoid of emotion: “Bring Bard to my office immediately. If he refuses, break his legs and drag him here!”
The assistant felt a chill crawl down his spine. The Chairwoman was truly furious this time—violently so.
She looked like she had aged ten years as she sat at her desk, exhaustion etched faintly on her face. Still, her voice remained calm. “Investigate Bard’s itinerary for the past week—down to the hour. I want every detail, every event, every encounter. Not a word missing.”
The assistant gave her a quick glance and immediately backed out without a word.
Mrs. Campell stared at her reflection on the darkened screen, brows furrowed tightly. Eventually, she made a call. Before this, she had already contacted Mr. Campell—Bard’s father—to try speaking with Richard Norman.
After all, the root of this problem lay with Layson Norman. But she knew very well—even if Richard were to step in, it m
