Chapter 698

Rachel froze for a moment. She wasn’t sure herself, but at this point, what was done was done. Now, all that mattered was figuring out how to fix it.

“Don’t worry, let’s just figure it out along the way.”

When Tyler arrived at the company, the entire building was lit up. Instead of going straight in, he ordered Yale to call in the technicians and the staff on the night shift.

Trailing behind, Yale couldn’t help but ask about what happened. It felt wrong to stay in the dark.

“Mr. Hunt, what exactly happened at the company?”

“The surveillance system was destroyed. Someone must have broken in. Check every important file and contract thoroughly—make sure nothing’s missing.”

“Yes, sir.” Yale pressed the elevator button and added, “But whoever did this must be incredible. Our security system is supposed to be the best in Yurelia City, and they still managed to crack it.”

“There’s always someone better and smarter. The moment you think your company is untouchable, that’s the moment it starts falling apart.”

Yale lowered his head respectfully. “Understood, Mr. Hunt.”

Tyler moved with a purposeful stride, the kind that sent a chill in his wake.

When he pushed open the office doors, the place was in chaos—employees scrambled through contracts and files, checking every detail.

Tyler’s gaze suddenly shifted to the safe. He walked over, crouched down, and opened it. Yale, standing a few steps away, felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest at the sight. He even pressed a hand against his upper lip to steady himself.

The safe looked untouched. Tyler flipped through the files inside. Nothing was missing, but one thing caught his attention. There were three contracts he didn’t immediately recognize.

He pulled them out, scanned the partner companies, then flipped to the last page. His brows furrowed deeply when he saw the signatures and seals.

“Yale!”

His roar snapped Yale to attention, making him jump. “Mr. Hunt, what’s the matter?”

“Get over here.”

Yale exhaled shakily. He then walked up and asked respectfully, “Yes, Mr. Hunt? What is it?”

“Explain this contract. I’m certain I never signed it—so why is my signature and company seal on it?”

Yale blinked in confusion and shook his head.

“Mr. Hunt, I have no idea. I haven’t even been in the office lately. Last time you told us to put those projects on hold, so I didn’t touch them. Besides, no one else knows the safe combination but you. As for the signature and stamp—could it be that you signed it yourself and just forgot? It’s not impossible.”

Tyler’s tone was firm. “I didn’t sign it. I’m absolutely certain.”

Yale immediately distanced himself. “I have no clue. The safe can only be opened by you, no one else. And the signature, look at it closely. Isn’t it your handwriting?”

Tyler narrowed his eyes at the page. The signature was indeed his, down to the handwriting itself.

But he knew, without a shred of doubt, that he hadn’t signed it.