Chapter 371

Seeing me burst in, his face darkened: “Don’t you know how to knock?”

I bit my lip and turned to walk out.

He suddenly shouted at me, “Stop! Do you think this is a market? You can come and go as you please?”

I grabbed the phone and the report, turned around and said to him, “I have something to tell you.”

“Cough… cough…” Kimberly covered her lips, coughing as she spoke, “Reynaldo, since she has something to tell you, I’ll… I’ll go out first, you don’t have to worry, I… I’m fine.”

That affected appearance was truly nauseating.

I didn’t open my eyes until she left, then I turned my head.

At this moment, Reynaldo had already sat back in his chair.

He always appeared gentle and concerned in front of Kimberly.

In front of me, it was always such a cold face.

I sighed lightly and walked up to him with my phone and report in hand.

He looked up and glanced at me faintly, “What’s the matter?”

I pulled out the surveillance footage I had just taken and said, “Take a look at this first.”

He stared at the surveillance footage on my phone for a while, frowned, and asked me, “What do you want to say?”

“Last night, Kimberly sat at my desk and opened my computer after everyone had left work.”

“So what?”

“So the report I made was tampered with by her; those wrong parts were all changed by her. She wanted to harm me.”

After saying that, I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak, hoping he would punish Kimberly.

However, what I received was just a sneer at the corner of his lips.

He said, “Do you really think the footage you captured can prove anything?”

My heart sank: “What do you mean? The evidence is so clear here, are you still going to favor her?”

“Obvious?” Reynaldo chuckled, “Then tell me, where is the evidence obvious? Was it clear that she opened your report and tampered with the data in it? Still clearly indicating she was the one harming you?”

In the surveillance footage, the angle captured was a profile. Kimberly was just using one side of my computer. Although there was no clear evidence of her altering the data in my report, the fact that she sneaked around and used my computer while everyone else was gone was enough to suggest that she was trying to harm me.

But the man in front of him still kept favoring that woman blindly.

To put it bluntly, he just detested me and refused to stand up for me.

I took a deep breath uncomfortably and chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Since Mr. Humphrey doesn’t think she’s trying to harm me, let’s just pretend I never came and never told you about it. The report data was wrong; that was my fault. I will redo it.”

I grabbed my phone and the report and walked out, but tears uncontrollably fell down instantly.

“Stop!”

His cold voice suddenly sounded behind me.

My body stiffened, and I quickly raised my hand to wipe away the tears, asking faintly, “Is there anything else, Mr. Humphrey?”

After a while, I didn’t hear the man behind me speak, and I said softly, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go out and be busy.”

With that, I took a step and continued walking out.

A cold voice suddenly came: “It’s your own problem, so don’t make excuses. If you’re wrong, you’re wrong!”

Your own problem?

Was he thinking that I was just making excuses and shirking responsibility?

An indescribable anger and grievance surged in my chest.