Chapter 3

The group exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.

I walked straight over. "Are you done? "

Their laughter abruptly stopped and they turned to look at me.

I glanced at Xenia and the others. "I heard every word you just said. The statements about me having a 'sugar daddy', 'shady', and 'having an infectious disease' — who among you has evidence? Photos? Audio recordings? Or proof?"

Xenia gave me a sideways glance. "Oh, panicking? If you don't want people to find out, don't do it. You're an intern driving a nice car, yet people can't even talk about you?"

I stared at her. "Spreading rumors without evidence is defamation. I can sue you."

"Sue me?" Xenia seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke. She crossed her arms. "Alex, haven't you figured out the situation yet? I'm the HR! I decide who joins the company and passes their internship! You want to sue me?"

She stepped forward, her finger almost touching my nose.

"Let me tell you, your internship evaluation is up to me. If I say you don't pass, you're fired! Trying to fight me? You're still too young!"

The air around us seemed to freeze.

Many people glanced over furtively before quickly lowering their heads.

Looking at the arrogant face before me, I suddenly felt it was pointless to waste words on someone like her. "Let's see if you have that kind of power and if you can do whatever you want."

With that said, I turned and went up to the rooftop.

I took out my phone and called my dad's assistant, Raymond Jarvis. "Investigate a few people for me: Enlight Technology's HR manager, Xenia Salter. Find out who hired her and what connections she has; the more detailed the better.

"Also, investigate the company's CEO, Kirk Wilson and what kind of dealings he has with Xenia or her connections. Yes, do it as soon as possible."

"Understood, Sir. I'll make the arrangements immediately."

Hanging up, I pressed the phone to my cool forehead and took a few deep breaths.

I came here to learn from the bottom and steadily accumulate some experience.

This was my father's way of tempering me, so I kept a low profile. I never drove the family car or used my family connections, so hardly anyone knew I was a wealthy heir.

However, it seemed like my humility and yielding had become a weakness some people thought they could take advantage of at will. It became their excuse to slander me after and hide their own failures at success.

'Fine. Since you're so eager to flaunt your pitiful power by trying to push me around, I don't need to go easy on you,' I thought.

That afternoon, I tried to focus on work, but I could always sense other people looking at me, their gazes containing different meanings.

Finally, it was time to leave work. I packed my things, clocked out and went downstairs.

When I reached the parking lot and saw the outline of my car in the distance, my heart sank and I ran quickly toward it. Then, I saw a scene that almost froze me where I stood.

I saw the scratch. It was long — from the front door to the back door, and it was painfully obvious.

The janitor lady stood to one side, looking uneasy as she rubbed her hands together.

Xenia came over, watching the spectacle. "The janitor lady was pushing her cart and accidentally scratched it. Ouch, it's quite a scratch."

Looking at the straight scratch, I suppressed my anger. "This doesn't look like it was done by a cart."

"Alright, alright, the janitor lady doesn't earn much. Your car is expensive; don't make her pay for it. You're not short of money, so have some compassion."

Not wanting to say anything more, I immediately called the police.

When the police arrived, I explained the situation.

The police officer looked at the scratch and questioned the janitor lady.

She was frightened, repeatedly claiming she did not do it.

"Is there CCTV footage?" the police officer asked.

The security captain came over, looking troubled. "Officer, unfortunately, the CCTV here broke yesterday and hasn't been repaired yet."