Chapter 230

After dealing with Oscar, Arabella whipped out her phone and issued a decree: “No one is allowed to

buy those 4 villas and 14 storefronts Attlee is selling.”

Roger that, I’ll get the word out ASAP.

Arabella’s expression turned a tad darker, but she still had a “surprise” up her sleeve for them.

At the headquarters of Collins Corporation,

Julian got the news and immediately popped into Hans Collins‘ office, reporting dutifully, “Boss, we got

some fresh buzz from our fashion company.” Hans Collins lifted his deep–set eyes, his face still as

cool as a cucumber, and asked, “Who’s the culprit this time?”

That small company had been a hot mess recently; wasn’t it being managed by a young woman?

“It’s Oscar from the headquarters,” Julian reported truthfully. “He set up an illegal gambling site and

lured a bunch of our employees into it; they even roped in their friends and family, and now everyone’s

down to their last penny.”

Hans Collins‘ gaze deepened.

“He also used dirty tricks on our female employees–not just one; he even filmed videos to threaten

them.”

“He conned employees who were strapped for cash into his dirty deeds and betrayed the company.

The old manager, purchasing manager, warehouse keeper, and group leaders from the production line

all fell victim to him, and they’ve all been hit hard by the law.”

“Through selling discarded fabric from the company, he made 69,000 bucks in a year, and he even

cooked the books for an entire year.”

“He even had the nerve to get employees to sell our top–quality products and produce low–quality

clothes with cheap fabric, then sell them with our brand label, and most of the proceeds went into his

pockets.”

“Recently, he sold our design drafts to our competitor, SY Fashion, and even tried to frame our

designer, Molly.”

“Even though he’s been taken in for questioning by the police now, there’s a huge problem at the

company.”

Hans Collins, with a deep voice, asked, “What’s the problem?”

“Out of the 33 new designs we’re launching tomorrow, Oscar sold 23 to SY Fashion. They’ve already

produced and launched these 23 designs today, which means the millions worth of goods in our

warehouse might not be able to be sold.” Julian lowered his head; his spirits were down in the dumps.

Even though all these were Oscar’s doing, the company’s loss can’t be measured in money anymore.

“What does the top brass say?” Hans Collins asked quietly.

“Everyone’s at their wits‘ end, except for that young female manager. She boldly claimed in the meeting

that she has a solution for tomorrow’s problem. She said she can not only prevent losses and

reputation damage for the company but also make a killing.”

To be honest, Julian didn’t buy what the young female manager said, but Hans Collins was somewhat

looking forward to it. Since she took up the job, she’d been full of surprises.

“I heard she got in through connections?” Hans Collins asked casually.

The boss‘ concern surprised Julian. He didn’t expect him to pay attention to such trivial matters. He

replied, “Yes, and she’s actually one of your insiders.” “Oh?”

“She was handpicked by Old Mr. Collins.”

Hans Collins searched his memory but couldn’t recall any relatives or friends like that. Could it be she

demonstrated outstanding management skills and was highly praised by his father, so he hired her

specifically?

“What’s her educational background?”

“High school.” As soon as Julian finished, he worried the boss would question her ability, so he quickly

added, “But her capabilities are plain for everyone to see, and she’s always giving her all for the

company.”