Love Comes To Me
Chapter 911: Undercurrents

John's face was sullen, his hands propped up on the tabletop, so tightly clenched that they were glowing with faint bruises.

The group of staff did not dare to breathe a word, fearing that if they annoyed John, they would be used as a target for John's anger.

"What are you standing around for now?"

The staff were dazed for a moment, not yet understanding exactly what John meant by that.

"What are you still standing here for? Why don't you go and investigate at once? No matter what, we must investigate this matter clearly, especially the insiders, all of them, and don't let anyone go!"

The crowd looked aghast, their faces varying, more or less ugly.

In particular, there was a heavy smell in the air. Everyone's heart felt more or less uncomfortable with what John was now saying.

After all, the group of staff now standing in the office had been with John for a long time, anyhow.

And now John actually suspects one of his own.

The atmosphere was eerie and John picked up on something different from the usual weird vibe before he added, "It's not that I don't trust you guys, but this is not a trivial matter, and if the germs just got out, the consequences would be unthinkable."

"And."

John added: "The situation could be worse than we think."

John's remark made the air much heavier.

It dawned on everyone as a result, and John didn't want to doubt one of his own.

It's just that the matter is a big one. If it does get out to someone on the inside, the consequences can really only go in the worst possible direction.

Thinking about it, the staff members present, were able to understand what John was doing.

At this time, John also waved his hand. The implication was obvious: they should hurry up and investigate.

The staff did not dare to delay for a moment and left immediately.

John sat alone at his desk, his face still sombre and looking grave.

"Knock, knock, knock," three knocks on the door.

John's brow furrowed impatiently, "Come in."

Pierce pushed the door open and came in with a stony face.

At the sight of Pierce's look, John's brow knitted tighter, "What's the matter with you?"

Although Pierce did not say anything, John always felt that it was not a good thing.

It is true that sometimes one's sixth sense is the one that works.

"In another half a month, this batch of medicine, that side will want it."

At the sound of Pierce's words, John's face turned considerably darker.

The atmosphere, as if it had fallen into a deadly cold silence, estimated that even the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could now be heard clearly.

"What about?" Pierce, seeing John's silence, couldn't help but ask after him, his voice sounding a little overwhelmed, "If this is less, I'm afraid I won't be able to pocket it when the time comes!" Pierce's face was also ugly as he finished those words.

As soon as he arrived at the group today, he heard about the missing medication.

I thought John would be able to do something, but once I entered the office and saw the look on his face, I knew that he seemed to be at his wits' end.

At this point in time, they are really riding a tiger and are on fire.

These words completely ignited the anger in John's heart and he said angrily, "Of course I know I can't pocket it!"

With that, he slapped his hand heavily on the table, trying to vent his anger by doing so! However, the anger in his heart was still burning as if it could not be extinguished at all. Pierce's face went a few shades of white, John was angry and he was scared inside.

His face was pale and his feet seemed to be as heavy as concrete as he stopped in place not knowing what to do.

John gave him a cold sweep and let loose a grumpy, "So, Pierce! You'd better hurry up and get the burglars out of there. Or else ..."

John deliberately paused, and as Pierce's heart hung in his throat, continued, "When the time comes, you'll go out and take the blame!"

Pierce's face went white and a cold sweat broke out on his back!

This kind of thing! How could he possibly take the blame! That's a deadly thing to do!

But it was clear to him that what John was saying was no joke.

Walking out of John's office, Pierce's hands couldn't help but tremble a little.

The only path before him now seemed to be to replace out who had stolen it as soon as possible.

Find out before you ask for this batch of drugs over there.

Otherwise... he might not really be able to save his own life.

The thought of it made his steps much faster.

...

Meanwhile, the hotel.

Hector sits on the sofa by the window, his posture slightly languid, but as always, indifferent to the uninvited.

Thomas stood two or three paces away from him and said respectfully, "Prince, the SA Group side has discovered that the drugs and germs are missing and is conducting an internal search."

He followed Hector's orders and kept his men on the lookout for movements in the SA Group, so he reported back to Hector as soon as he got the news. "Well, let them check it out then."

Hector nodded his head, glancing at the tall buildings towering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the corners of his lips lifting in a very cold curve. Ramm does his work with confidence and will not leave any loose ends. No matter how much SA Group investigates, it will not be able to replace out his side. Next, we just have to wait for the good news from Killers.

As the hours tick by and the daylight fades, twilight closes in and the city is covered in a thick blanket of night.

It seems all is calm.

And beneath the calm, there is a churning undercurrent.

Late at night, eleven o'clock.

In the underground garage of the SA Group, three lorries came out one after another, the personnel and vehicles sent by John to prepare for the transfer of herbs to the warehouse. After all, it wasn't like it was any herb that could see the light of day, and it was the best way to hide it from the public by going to transfer it at night.

The lorry travelled smoothly along the road with no obstructions.