Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Have the people from the design department contacted Mr. Lombardi?
Nian Xiaomu asked after she hung up the phone.
Mr. Lombardi was a person who valued punctuality and respected deadlines.
He would not be late in submitting a design draft without any rhyme or reason.
She was worried that he had met with an accident.
Yes, we had agreed that the submission of the design draft would be today. However, we don’t know why, but we haven’t been able to contact Mr. Lombardi since yesterday.
The secretary stopped and then continued reporting,
It’s already past the submission deadline. It was only when Mr. Lombardi still couldn’t be reached today that the colleagues from the design department realized that something might have gone wrong.
We haven’t been able to contact him since yesterday…
Nian Xiaomu crossed her arms and muttered to herself.
It’s now nine in the morning, and there is still a long time remaining before the day comes to an end. Ask the design department to wait. I will try my best to get ahold of Mr. Lombardi.
Yes.
The secretary hurriedly took her leave.
Nian Xiaomu turned around and returned to her seat. Then, she said,
Xiaoxiao, prepare a detailed information file on Lombardi and his team for me.
When Xiaoxiao was called, she spaced out for a while before answering,
Supervisor Nian, the information on Lombardi and his team was previously in Wang Miaomiao’s hands.
… Then who did Wang Miaomiao pass the documents to after she left the company?
Nian Xiaomu’s expression turned strange as she looked toward Xiaoxiao.
Xiaoxiao thought about it and pointed at the manager’s office.
It should have been Manager Wen.
…
Nian Xiaomu’s eyes narrowed as she walked forward and knocked on the door.
Then, she pushed the door open and walked in.
When Wen Yadai saw Nian Xiaomu, her face did not reveal any surprise.
Instead, she had already placed a thick folder of documents on the desk.
Are you here for the Lombardi project?
Wen Yadai smiled as she looked at Nian Xiaomu.
Wang Miaomiao returned these documents to the company after she left. I should have passed them to you long ago, but it slipped my mind. I hope you won’t mind.
…
Nian Xiaomu looked at the documents, but did not reach out to take them. Instead, she suddenly raised a question.
Wang Miaomiao moved away and even disconnected her cell phone. Are you aware of this, Manager Wen?
What?
Wen Yadai did not expect for her to bring this up out of the blue and was stunned for a moment.
It was only for a second, however, and she regained her composure very quickly.
She had done something wrong, so she deserved to be punished. It broke my heart too, so when she left the company, I did not contact her after that. Why did she move away?
…
Nian Xiaomu did not know how to respond to that.
Wen Yadai’s reaction was very normal.
In fact, it was Nian Xiaomu herself who felt that she was being unduly paranoid.
I heard some colleagues in the department say that they could not contact her anymore—that’s why I casually asked. I will not disturb you from your work any longer.
As Nian Xiaomu spoke, she picked up the documents in front of her and got ready to leave the room.
Wen Yadai stood up from her seat.
By the way, I heard that Lombardi is unreachable. I’ve already asked my friends in Italy to find out what might have happened. When I get ahold of any news, I will inform you immediately.
Thank you Manager Wen.
Nian Xiaomu’s eyes flickered as she left the room.
The moment the door to the office was closed.
Wen Yadai’s face that had been full of smiles instantly became cold.
Looking out from the glass wall, her eyes followed Nian Xiaomu, who had just left her office. The corners of her lips curled into a sinister smile.
Go on and look—try your best to look.
Wen Yadai had received news that the Lombardi team had been hospitalized for food poisoning.
It should be very chaotic at their work studio now.
No one would respond to Nian Xiaomu.
