"What? Couldn't find anything?" Fred was shocked.
The Grist Group's surveillance system was considered top-notch in the industry, using various means to monitor employees, and it had become an open secret throughout the entire group.
In the face of this invasion of privacy and violation of human rights, most employees dared not speak up and chose to endure silently.
Yet, these methods seemed to have no effect on Zeke?
Fred regained his composure and continued to ask, "What's the reason… that nothing can be found?"
The subordinate answered, "We first checked Zeke's date of employment, and based on that date, we retrieved all the surveillance records, but we found nothing... It's as if this person had never been to the Grist Group!
"And his truck... We've checked it too. The tracking system on the truck has been malfunctioning all along, and besides that truck, he hasn't driven any other vehicle, so..."
Fred could not stand to listen any longer and snarled, "Useless bunch of trash!"
The subordinate knew he had failed in his duty and hung his head, not daring to argue.
After a brief silence, the subordinate hesitantly said, "Mr. Grist... actually..."
Impatiently, Fred glanced at him. "Actually, what?"
"Although we couldn't trace Zeke's whereabouts, we did find out some news."
"Go on."
"The eldest son of the Hamertons in Centrolis is named Zuko!"
Fred was taken aback, furrowing his brows tightly. "Are you saying that Zeke Hamerton is Zuko Hamerton?"
Some spoke rudely, some were servile, and some had a quick temper, but none had the presence Zeke possessed.
A sudden realization struck Fred... Could the Hamertons' eldest son have truly descended to the mortal world? What was his purpose in doing so? Could it be that he had come to experience the hardships of society?
He squinted and got up to walk to the liquor cabinet, retrieving a bottle of mediocre-quality brandy.
As the hot and spicy taste passed through his throat, his expression became even more solemn. He looked at the bottle of liquor. This was the liquor Violet's father had given him, also known as his elder brother, whom he had never met.
His elder brother was arrogant and especially cold toward him, the illegitimate child who had been kept outside all along. He had repeatedly stated in public that allowing Fred to bear the family name Grist was already a great favor to this illegitimate child.
This bottle of brandy was meant to humiliate him. His elder brother wanted everyone to see that a b*stard son was only worthy of drinking this inferior liquor and that he would never inherit the Grist Group.
Fred took a deep breath and fiercely threw the glass on the ground, shattering it into pieces!
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