Chapter 632: Chapter 334: This Person Works at the Company (1 Update)
Kay Forrest finished his company’s work and then left the office to go out.
Wendy stood up: "Director Forrest."
Kay said, "I have some personal matters to deal with today, just let the documents pile up for now."
Seeing him about to leave, Wendy hurriedly said, "Director Forrest, why didn’t Jane Quinlan come in today? Is everything okay with her?"
Kay’s brow lifted slightly: "Is something wrong?"
He took a step towards Wendy: "What could possibly happen to Jane Quinlan."
"I just noticed she hasn’t come in, so I wanted to express concern.
If there’s nothing wrong, that would be best."
Kay looked at her coldly.
She was somewhat puzzled: "Director Forrest, did I say something wrong again?"
"Wendy, do you think tattoos look good on women?"
"Tattoos?" Wendy shook her head: "I can’t accept them, but some people must like them."
Kay abruptly pulled her up from her seat, revealing that she was wearing dress pants.
"Show your left ankle."
No one knew that Jane Quinlan felt unwell today, but Wendy asked him if something was wrong with Jane Quinlan.
He was very sensitive at the moment, so his thoughts were particularly plentiful.
Upon careful consideration, if the package wasn’t sent by Evie Larkin, then it could have been sent by Wendy herself.
This method could also guide everyone to focus their attention on Evie Larkin, couldn’t it?
Wendy was taken aback for a moment.
Kay said sternly: "What are you dazing off for, didn’t you hear what I said?"
Wendy bent down to take off her boots, showing him her ankle.
No tattoo, it wasn’t Wendy.
He withdrew his cold gaze: "That’s enough; there’s nothing wrong with Jane Quinlan.
I told you on my first day here not to discuss anything that happens here with others.
That still stands."
Wendy nodded: "I understand, please rest assured, Director Forrest."
Kay turned and left, he went downstairs to his car and after leaving the garage, he called Faye Townsend.
"Where are you?"
"At the company."
"Warren Group or Townsend Corporation?"
"Townsend Corporation."
"Wait for me, I need to see you about something."
After hanging up the Bluetooth headset, he drove to the Townsend Corporation.
Now Faye Townsend was hardly involved in the company’s affairs.
Because Hunter Warren was worried that she would get tired, he took on all the work himself.
She only came here occasionally when she was bored.
She happened to be here today, really a stroke of luck.
Kay pushed open the door to her office, she was waiting for him: "What’s up, your voice sounded a bit weird on the phone."
"Come here, I have something to show you."
He turned on the video on his phone for Faye to see.
While she was watching, he went over what had happened during this period with Faye.
He also shared the results of his investigation with her.
Faye held her arms, pinching her chin while staring at the video for a long while and said: "Honestly, I also find this situation a bit tricky.
If there was a target group, that’d be one thing.
But now the problem is there isn’t one; looking for the person who sent the package is like finding a needle in a haystack."
Kay said solemnly with a slightly annoyed look: "Exactly, that’s the crux of the problem.
It’s also what’s been giving me the biggest headache so far.
Since I’ve come back from abroad, the only person I’ve offended is Evie Larkin.
You’ve also met Jane Quinlan, she’s quite considerate in her dealings.
If anyone truly dislikes her, it’s probably out of jealousy for the favor she receives from me.
I’m really angry that she’s being treated this way now.
Partly because I’m angry at myself, and partly because I’m angry at someone daring to curse Jane Quinlan."
Faye looked at his urgent demeanor and couldn’t help but shake her head and smile.
It had been many years since she’d seen Kay Forrest this impatient.
When he was younger, he would often butt heads with Old Man Forrest and get so angry that he’d run away from home.
Back then, he would run to her place to vent; his expression would be just like it is now.
No, actually even more impatient than back then.
In the past, Old Man Forrest was the most important person to him.
And now, in addition to Old Man Forrest, Jane Quinlan is also an extremely important existence in his life.
It’s precisely because he cares that he’s so restless now.
"You silly girl, stop laughing. Can’t you see I’m really upset right now?"
"I know you’re annoyed, and that’s exactly what I find funny."
Kay Forrest felt aggrieved: "Fine, laugh at me then.
Seeing Jane Quinlan so frightened last night, I’m still upset.
It’s my own fault for being too careless, not even knowing when I’ve made an enemy.
This feeling is not pleasant at all."
"Alright, stop blaming yourself. I think you need to be calm.
A person can’t analyze things properly if they’re not calm."
Kay Forrest glared at her: "That’s exactly why I came to you.
I can’t be calm right now because the agitation is clouding my mind.
I’m unable to think rationally, so hurry up and see if there’s any loophole in this matter."
Faye Townsend nodded, hugging herself and watched the video again.
After pondering for a good fifteen minutes, she suddenly perked up and leaned forward.
"Forrest, I just thought of something.
Did the first package you received have your assistant’s name on it?"
"That’s right, it wasn’t Wendy. I checked before I came; she has no tattoo on her ankle."
"Shameless, you actually looked at her ankle. Jane will get mad if she finds out."
Kay Forrest scoffed with disdain: "Jane is not as petty as you think.
Besides, first time we met she wore a shoulder-revealing miniskirt.
I wasn’t interested then. Is it a problem now to look at an ankle? What’s the difference between an ankle and a wrist?
Stop nagging and get to the point."
Faye Townsend laughed, realizing how urgent he must be feeling, so she decided not to tease anymore.
"This person must work in your company; otherwise, she wouldn’t use Wendy to point things towards Evie Larkin.
Think hard, after you came back, did you make passes or flirt with any female colleagues."
Kay Forrest glared at her: "You woman, can we have a pleasant conversation?
In your eyes, am I, Kay Forrest, someone who is that idle?"
"Why do you bristle up so easily at every third sentence?
It’s not a big deal, please calm down."
Kay Forrest was speechless: "You know my temper.
I’m just that kind of person, who can’t tolerate the slightest dissatisfaction.
This grain of sand is irritating my eyes, and it won’t stop hurting until it’s gone."
Faye Townsend was speechless: "Alright, alright, you win. Let’s continue with the important stuff.
Here’s what I think, if you haven’t given the other party any signals of affection.
How much hatred must they hold against you two to do something like this?
Obviously, this matter is far from virtuous.
They must harbor a deep grudge against you."
As she spoke, she tapped her phone screen, which had gone black, and pointed to the image of the ankle in the mirror: "Also, clearly, this was recorded by accident.
She probably hasn’t even noticed it herself.
If it were summer, it’d be easy to find this foot.
But now it’s winter, everyone’s wearing leggings, so it’s hard to find this person.
You can’t exactly start stripping employees to check their ankles, they’ll sue you for harassment.
Besides, even if you could look one by one.
Your intention to only look at ankles is so obvious.
The person seems not very wealthy, yet must be clever.
You’ll end up alerting her."
Kay Forrest nodded: "You’re making sense, but I can’t wait until next summer to start looking for the assailant."
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly snapped his fingers: "I’ve got a plan."
Faye Townsend looked at him: "What plan?"
"What kind of event during the dead of winter would compel ladies to wear skirts despite the cold?" Kay spoke with a hint of slyness in his eyes.
Faye Townsend had a realization: "Are you suggesting a dinner party?"
"It’s the only way now."
"It’s worth a shot, but there’s a significant issue. Some women don’t wear short dresses, what if the culprit happens to be one of them?"
"Are you trying to dampen my spirits?"
Faye Townsend chuckled: "I’m just stating the truth."
"Then you tell me, what’s your brilliant plan."
"Your approach is not bad, but I think we can take it a step further.
For instance... change the name of the banquet to a ’Miniskirt Party.’
Seeing the party name, they’ll know to wear short skirts."
Kay Forrest’s eyes lit up, impressed, it was the best solution he could think of at the moment.
No matter what, he had to catch the perpetrator; he had to deal with this woman properly.
How dare she play him like this, unforgivable.