My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 1240
Heading to the direction of the Sea View Villa, she proceeded to make her way back to visit Mrs. Wallace Sr. before leaving, as the latter would
think that Nicole had gone missing if she did not.
As soon as Jared arrived at the office, an assistant walked over to meet him. "Mr. Johnston, the directors are waiting for you in the conference
room."
Jared frowned and looked at the assistant, "What are they here for?"
’The reasons they're here seems to be related to the fire at the Beacon factory." The assistant said, having gotten information about the
Beacon factory incident.
"Let's go take a look." Jared changed and made his way to the conference room.
Jared pushed the door open and walked in. The conference was silent for a moment. No one dared to speak.
Seeing this, Jared sat at the head of the table, looking at everyone, "What brings everyone here today?"
After a while, an elderly man looked at Jared and asked, "Mr. Johnston, did we invest in Martin's Beacon Company?"
'What are you trying to say?" Jared looked at the person who had spoken and asked.
The man shrank at once, whereupon he looked at Jared with a smile and said, "We all heard about the fire at the Beacon factory,
and we happen to be the major shareholders over there, and that is why I must ask, what caused the fire, Mr. Johnston? Will it
affect our investment?"
'Do you all have the same questions?" Jared asked whilst looking around without giving them a direct answer.
Seeing that no one was speaking, Jared continued, "The cause of the fire is still under investigation. The results should be
available soon. As for the investment, I don't think it will be affected. After all, The Beacon is still considered a world-class device.
We have high-end products like these. Are we still worried that there will be no clients?"
"However, the fire had indeed caused US to lose a lot in terms of our investments. Now that the cost has not been recovered, all
prospects in relation to The Beacon are in question. Besides, who can guarantee whether the same disaster won't happen
again," a middle-aged man questioned.

"Do you really wish to see another disaster happening to The Beacon industry? Or does the fire at the Beacon having anything
to do with you?" Jared shifted all the blame on him in one sentence, causing everyone in the meeting room to immediately focus
their attention on that person.
'Why are you looking at me like that? Why would I want something disastrous to happen to The Beacon!? I am also a part of the
investment," the man retorted.
"Mr. Johnston, you have done me dirty by saying this. I've been looking forward to the success of The Beacon before it was too
late. What does that have to do with the fire? You can't just say something that slanderous, as it would cause everyone to be
suspicious of me," the middle-aged man said as he became nervous.
His face was pale, and he could not afford to have something like the disaster attributed to him.
Jared glanced at him coldly and thought, 'He really is a wimp. All I did was scare him a little and he’s already petrified. What a
chicken.'
Jared's tactic worked, as he wanted the board of directors to make fools out of themselves.
Once they had kept mum, Jared continued, "The investments I have made over the years are obvious to everyone. Of all the
projects we've been involved in, which one isn't lining your pockets with revenue?"
Ì didn't see you guys coming here to thank me when I paid you all the dividends, but now that something as trivial as this had
occurred, you showed up here with your knickers in knots. It would be a joke if people knew about this.”
"Anyway, you're all veterans here," Jared continued. "So tell me, why are you uncertain about this matter?"
"Anyway, I have other things to take care of, so I won't be arranging dinner for any of US." Jared said, his words causing everyone present in
the room to flush as they got up to bid him goodbye.
'Wait a minute." Jared suddenly called out to stop the middle-aged man who had questioned him earlier.
The middle-aged man suddenly shivered, looked at Jared with his head lowered, and forced a smile. Jared could not help but look upon the
gesture in disgust, as it looked uglier than an ugly cry.
'Next time round, if you hear any gossip, don't be in such a hurry to jump to conclusions. At least take the time to understand what the issue is,
and let your brain process the situation before you spew your take, do you understand?" Jared reprimanded in a cold and harsh tone of voice.

The man was so frightened that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead at once, causing him to nod and bow in a gesture of apology.
"I'm sorry Mr. Johnston. It was because I was confused and wasn't able to think clearly. I won't dare to do so again next time. No. Actually,
there won't even be a next time."
"Very well." Jared said, not listening to the words that the man had spluttered out.
"Okay." The middle-aged man hurriedly left the conference room, not daring to even turn his head around.