Chapter 1001

Wallace was startled. He took the portfolio and opened it. It was really detailed and comprehensive!

Wynn Johnston, huh?

Philip’s wife was Wynn Johnston, the chairman of Beacon Group. His daughter was Mila Clarke, his

mother-in-law was Martha Yates, and his father-in-law was Charles Johnston…

Very detailed information.

“Miss Clarke, this is?”

Wallace asked to make sure that he was right.

Rachel said coldly, “Wynn is undergoing prenatal treatment at the hospital now. Tell your guys to make

trouble at her company. It’s better to create a big fuss so that Philip won’t have the time or energy in

Phoenicia. When the time comes and the underground chamber of commerce starts, he won’t be able

to do much. As long as the person arranged by the master can take down half of the profit division in

the underground chamber of commerce this time, you will be a great contributor.”

Wallace listened carefully, looked at the information in his hand, and already got the idea.

“Miss Clarke, I understand,” Wallace said.

After hesitating for a while, Wallace continued, “Miss Clarke, I have another small request.”

Rachel glanced at Wallace faintly with an insightful smile at the corners of her mouth. She said, “Do

you want to seek revenge for your brother and make a move on Philip?”

Wallace nodded, squeezed his fists, and said, “That brat went too far! Relying on his money and

strength and using Don’s connections to suppress me… I can’t take this lying down!”

Wallace thought of what Philip had done to him and was full of anger!

Rachel thought for a moment and said, “Do whatever you want but be careful not to leave a trace.

Especially for the underground chamber of commerce tomorrow night, the top priority is that there must

be no mistakes! If things are exposed, you should know how to deal with it. Don’t leave any trails

behind!”

“I understand, Miss Clarke. I’ll handle it cleanly.”

Wallace bowed his head.

Rachel got up and walked to the door when she suddenly stopped mid-way. She said coldly without

turning her head back, “You’d better be completely sure about hiring Lame Fred to do things for you. If

anything happens, you must bear the consequences!”

After that, Rachel swayed her agile waist and left the private room.

“Miss Clarke, please watch your steps.”

Standing in the room, Wallace had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Miss Clarke actually knew.

Was that last sentence a warning to him?

Wallace was silent for a long time as his eyes flashed with a bit of cruelty. He hardened his resolve and

did exactly what he was told to do.

Then, he waved his hand angrily and called one of his subordinates. Holding the portfolio, he said,

“Quickly send a group of people to Riverdale to make trouble at Beacon Group. The bigger the trouble,

the better. Don’t be afraid to spend money.”

“Yes, Boss.”

The man took the portfolio and got to work.

At Riverdale, Beacon Group.

Today, Mindy was in the company and was very busy.

This young woman wore a small trench coat while her straight and slender legs were wrapped in thin

black stockings. She had on a pair of black-framed glasses and exuded the charm of an intellectual

woman.

She had no choice. Madam Johnston was in the hospital, so she needed to take care of all matters.

Here, she was holding a pile of documents and was about to go to the hospital when an anxious female

receptionist rushed in at the door and shouted, “Mindy, it’s bad. Someone came to the company to

make trouble!”

Make trouble?

Mindy’s face darkened. She quickly called some people and ran to the door of the company. Currently

at the entrance, a lot of people had gathered and were clamoring.

The other party was a group of hooligans, all of them burly and unruly. They were holding weapons

such as shovels and long sticks in their hands.

It was exactly like a bunch of uncouth villagers asking for a pay raise and causing trouble.

There were two boards covered with a white cloth on the empty ground, and on the ground, there were

kneeling old women wearing mourning clothes who were crying. Three to five-year-old children were

also squatting along with them.

That scene was tragic.