Chapter 722: Unable to Raise

A director nodded in agreement.

They were just as confused as George.

How could Caesar harm the company's interests?

How could the crown prince commit treason? The emperor had no intention of deposing him.

Anton's Adam's apple rolled violently. "You clearly ordered me to do this! I was only telling the truth!"

Old Wilson coughed loudly, and the conference room immediately became quiet.

The old man's sharp gaze lingered on Anton for a few seconds. "You said Caesar instructed you to leak the secret. Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes!" Anton seemed to be grasping at a lifeline. "I have a backup of the email Caesar sent me! It's with Director Albert..."

Everyone's eyes turned to Albert.

Albert nodded, calmly took out his mobile phone from his suit pocket, turned on the screen, then placed the phone on the table and pushed it to the last director, motioning him to pass it on.

"George and I have confirmed this," Albert sighed and said regretfully, "It was indeed sent from Caesar's email. Caesar, how do you explain this?"

The last director, after reviewing the screen, passed it to the director next to him with a grim expression. The phone passed from director to director, and the temperature in the meeting room seemed to drop a degree with each one.

The phone was passed to Yan Huai. He looked at the email, handed it to the person next to him, and smiled calmly: "He is my personal secretary. It is easy for him to access my computer and email. How difficult is it to send an email to myself using my email address?"

He looked at Anton and said, "Apart from this unidentified email, I'm afraid you can't produce any other evidence, right?"

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly froze, as if even the air had stopped flowing. The directors' eyes flicked back and forth between Caesar and Anton, each face filled with hesitation.

Yan Huai's defense is indeed reasonable and well-founded.

Financial Director Martha nodded thoughtfully. "Caesar is right. One email alone is not enough to convict someone. Anton, as Caesar's secretary, you should know that such a major decision requires multiple confirmations."

Anton's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he clenched his fists. "I... I did call Caesar to confirm, but it kept saying he was out of service area!"

He pointed eagerly at the screen of the phone passed to Martha. "Look at the time the email was sent: 8:00 PM on February 28th. I was in the hospital with my mother at that time. How could I possibly have accessed Caesar's computer?"

The cold light reflected from the lenses obscured Yan Huai's eyes. He said calmly, "Perhaps you set a timer to send the message?" He turned to Andre, "Besides, at 8 o'clock that evening, I was having dinner with Uncle Andre, Deputy Director Johnson, and John from Hawkeye Technology, discussing technical details. It was impossible for me to send you an email, and my phone was always connected."

Andre immediately agreed: "That's right, we stayed in the private room at the Four Seasons Hotel from seven to ten o'clock. John, the technical director of Hawkeye Technology, and the waiter can testify to this."

Anton's face turned even paler, and he shouted excitedly, "Then...then it might be that you set a timer to send it!"

Yan Huai: "..."

A few chuckles were heard in the conference room.

Compared to Anton, the directors still trust Caesar more because they really can't find any reason for Caesar to betray the company.

"If we can't find out, I think we should hand it over to the police," a director suggested.

Things came to a standstill here.

As Anton said, there are emails proving that he leaked the documents because of Caesar's instructions.

After all, his mother was still waiting for funding from the Wilson Foundation for surgery, so how could she betray the company for no reason?

But as Caesar said, he was out socializing when the email was sent, so he could not be convicted.

My head hurts, I'd better let the police investigate.

"Yes, now that we've found the person who leaked the information, let's first discuss how to recover the company's losses."

George stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Wait, is there a third possibility?"

He looked around at everyone. "Could it be that someone else had access to Caesar's computer and used his email to send instructions to Anton, thus achieving the goal of leaking the information and blaming Caesar?"

This assumption caused a brief silence in the meeting room.

Several directors were whispering to each other, apparently seriously considering this possibility.

I have to say, this is indeed possible.

Albert suddenly sneered: “George, everyone, have you forgotten the surveillance provided by the security department just now?”

He tapped the documents on the table. "Since Caesar's return, no one has touched his office computer except Caesar himself."

Yan Huai's expression changed.

"That's right..." A director slapped his forehead as if suddenly realizing something, glancing at Old Wilson and Yan Huai's expressions, "The surveillance shows that only Caesar has used that computer."

"Could it really be that Caesar leaked it..."

"how so?"

The directors murmured.

Considering this point, Caesar's rebuttal is untenable.

The grumpy director stood up, pointed at Yan Huai's nose and cursed, "Caesar, the family treats you well, why did you leak company secrets?!"

Old Wilson had a gloomy face and said, "Caesar, explain it to me clearly!"

"Dad, I'm innocent. I don't know what this email is about! How could I possibly harm the company's interests?!" Yan Huai was confused and angry.

"Caesar, stop quibbling." Albert looked at Caesar with deep sorrow and shook his head in disappointment. "Yes, you suffered when you were lost as a child, but Big Brother and Big Sister-in-law have been making amends for you all these years. Isn't it just because they don't approve of you and that woman from Country Z? Not only are you disobedient, but you even hold a grudge and are willing to harm the interests of the company. Do you think you are worthy of Big Brother's cultivation by doing this?!"

"A woman from Country Z? What's going on?" a director couldn't help but ask.

"Caesar was away for such a long time before, not to the branch office, but to please a woman from Country Z. My brother said he went to the branch office to cover it up for him." Albert sighed, and a trace of calculation flashed in his lowered eyes.

"Chairman, is this true?" someone asked.

Old Wilson's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing him acquiesce, the irritable director angrily shouted, "How could this happen? You're treating the company's interests as a joke, Caesar! You're so irresponsible!"

"How can someone who doesn't care about the family's interests be the heir?"

"After all, he was raised by someone else, so it turns out he can't be tamed."

“…”

George couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

As for the leak, it is still debatable, but Caesar's disregard for the company for a woman touched the directors' sore spot.

Everyone hopes that the family leader can lead the clan members to improve the family's interests.

No matter how capable an heir is, if he doesn't take the family seriously, they don't need him.

What they need is a leader who is accountable to the interests of the directors and the family.

A director snorted coldly, "In my opinion, we should hand Caesar and Anton over to the police now."