Chapter 1121

Slate Industries was just outbid in a project tender by just ten grand, and not even the cleaners would believe there was not a mole.

However, no one could tell who it was—the company's auditors had not the faintest clue.

Either way, the outcome points to one cause: Whoever the mole was, they were high in rank.

Otherwise, they would not have access to the company's sensitive files, down to the bid amount.

A man strode into the meeting room amid the tense atmosphere.

"Mr. Slate, the board's threatening to sell their shares," Ken Dawson told Zachary, whispering into the latter's ear.

Ken was dressed casually and sticking out like a sore thumb compared to the other sharply dressed professionals in the room. It certainly reflected his easy-going nature, but he was assuredly on Zachary's side.

And to Zachary, things just got worse—if those shareholders really sold their shares, their share prices would dip.

They already lost a project, and if their stock market performance were affe