Chapter 724 Ilia's Instructions
Old Wilson nodded and called the manor steward, asking him to bring a few bodyguards to capture Elsa and bring her over.
After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the time and said, "It's lunchtime. Logically, I should have everyone go to lunch, but to avoid suspicion of leaks, everyone should stay in the meeting room. No one is allowed to leave except to go to the bathroom. Alan, go order lunch."
"yes."
In extraordinary circumstances, most directors agreed for the sake of family interests.
Only a few people disagreed, but he was bombarded by everyone, questioning whether he was going to leak the information, so he had to endure it.
Ten minutes later, Allen and two other secretaries arrived with a lot of lunch boxes.
Seeing some directors looking disgusted, Old Wilson said, "That's all for today. For the benefit of the company, I'll have to put you all in a difficult position for now. Once this is resolved, I'll treat you all to dinner."
Not long after lunch ended, the secretary came to report, "Chairman, Elsa is here."
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on the door.
Elsa was escorted in by two bodyguards. Her face was pale, her hands were tied behind her back, and there was a hint of panic and stubbornness in her eyes.
Her hair was a little messy, and it was obvious that she had struggled while being brought here.
Old Wilson sat at the head of the conference table, staring at Elsa with a sharp gaze, his voice low and majestic: "Elsa, do you know why I brought you here?"
Elsa bit her lip and didn't answer immediately. Her eyes scanned the conference room and finally fell on the frozen image on the projection screen.
Her pupils contracted slightly, obviously recognizing the scene.
"I...I don't know." Her voice was trembling, but she still pretended to be calm.
"I don't know?" George sneered and pointed at the projection screen. "Then can you explain what you were doing in Caesar's study at 12:27 pm on the 28th?"
Elsa's face turned even paler, her fingers clenched tightly around the corner of her clothes, trying hard to control her emotions.
Her eyes swept across the screen again, fixed on the crumpled little piece of paper, and her throat rolled slightly.
"I...I was just cleaning." Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"Cleaning?" The irritable director slammed the table again and stood up, his voice like thunder. "Do you think all of us here are fools? You sneaked into Caesar's study, entered the password, operated the computer, and then fled in a hurry. You call this cleaning?"
Elsa's body trembled slightly, her eyes dodged, her breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead.
"Elsa," Old Wilson's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "We know someone is behind you. If you confess, we can consider a lenient sentence. Otherwise, you will be severely punished by law."
"I advise you to think carefully. Leaking commercial secrets is no small crime!"
Elsa's lips trembled slightly, and a trace of struggle and fear flashed in her eyes.
She lowered her head and was silent for a moment. Then she slowly raised her head, her voice hoarse and weak: "I...I will say."
The conference room was silent, and everyone held their breath, waiting for her next words.
"It's... Miss Illya. It was Miss Illya who ordered me to do that." Elsa's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but it exploded like a bomb in the conference room.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Elsa, and then turned to the angry old Wilson.
Ilia, the daughter of old Wilson and the eldest daughter of the Wilson family, actually instructed Elsa to steal company secrets?
This is as unbelievable as Caesar Leaks.
"Ilia?" Amelie's eyes were filled with disbelief. "You mean, Ilia ordered you to do all this?"
"How is this possible?"
"Don't bite me!"
"That's impossible!" The irritable director slammed his desk again and stood up, his voice like thunder. "Ilia was in a car accident not long ago and is still recovering in the hospital. How could she possibly order Elsa around?"
"Yeah, what good will this do her?!"
“…”
The directors were talking about it.
In a corner where no one was paying attention, Albert and Noah glanced at each other quietly, with a smile of success in their eyes.
"Everything I said is true!" Elsa was so frightened that tears rolled down her cheeks. "She...she gave me that note and asked me to go into Caesar's study, find the document, and then give it to her. She said that as long as I helped her, she would guarantee my safety and give me an apartment."
"Do you have any evidence?" Old Wilson asked in a deep voice.
"Yes! I still have the note with the password on it. It's in her handwriting." Elsa took out her cell phone from her pocket, removed the phone case, and took out a note from inside.
At first, she was very happy when Miss Ilia said she would reward her with an apartment.
Later, as Miss Elia asked her to get close to Dawson and the young master's study, she gradually realized that something was wrong.
But she couldn't deny the connection anymore.
I can only continue to listen to Miss Ilia and help her.
But she was not a fool and deliberately kept the evidence.
The bodyguard took the note and handed it to old Wilson.
Old Wilson took a look and his face turned ashen in an instant. His fingers clenched the corner of the table tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions, anger, disappointment, and even a trace of imperceptible heartache.
As soon as they saw his expression, everyone understood.
The note was indeed written in Ilia's handwriting.
The atmosphere in the meeting room became more tense, with directors whispering to each other and discussions rising one after another.
"So what should we do now?"
"The family treated her well. She wanted to come to the company to work, so they let her come. Why would she leak secrets?"
"I'm curious too!"
"Bring Ilia here for questioning?"
"Isn't she in the hospital?"
“…”
Albert raised a smile and asked, "Brother, what should we do now? How could Ilia leak the secret? It seems that Ilia cannot be discharged from the hospital yet? Otherwise, let's go to the hospital to visit Ilia together?"
Old Wilson sighed and was about to say something when suddenly a voice came from outside the conference room, "Who said I can't be discharged from the hospital yet?"
The door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open.
Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the door, where Ilia was sitting in a wheelchair, and a servant pushed her slowly in.
Her face was pale and there was gauze wrapped around her forehead. It was obvious that she had not fully recovered from the injuries from the car accident.
But her eyes were unusually calm, even with a hint of sarcasm.
Her appearance shocked everyone in the conference room.
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