No Escape from Love novel Chapter 162

Just as we were talking, the conference room doors opened. Alex and Oliver stepped out together, and I immediately rushed over. "How did it go?"

Oliver gave me a serious look. "Serena, how did you come up with this plan?"

Seeing his grave expression, I instinctively assumed we had failed. My mood sank. "Ugh, I was just brainstorming. Guess my wild ideas aren't suited for business, after all."

"Who told you that?" Oliver suddenly interjected.

I was stunned.

"We won the bid!" A smile finally broke across his face.

"Really?" Patricia and I jumped up in excitement. "Did we get it?"

"Calm down for a second," Oliver said, his tone turning serious again. "Yes, we won the bid, but that doesn't mean we can just brush the other issue under the rug. The company will reward the three of you accordingly, not a cent less. But when it comes to accountability, we won't go easy either."

Patricia and I exchanged glances. I could see a mix of relief and worry in her eyes.

Alex started walking ahead, and we followed behind him. I took the chance to lower my voice and ask, "Patricia, what's wrong?"

"I... I'm just a little worried," she murmured. "If it wasn't you and it wasn't me, then that only leaves..." She trailed off, looking troubled. "I mean, he can be insufferable, but we've been working together for so long."

She had always been sentimental like this. I chuckled softly and patted her shoulder. "If he really did this, then he has to face the consequences. We're all adults."

"He leaked the proposal without considering the repercussions. That was his own lapse in judgment. Think about it. If our work was wasted after all the effort we put in because of him, we would have nothing to show for it. And worse, the company would have suffered massive losses. That's not something we can just let slide."

She took a deep breath. "You're right. He doesn't deserve any sympathy."

"I'll take responsibility for losing the data, but the person who stole it is definitely in this office."

Data theft was a serious offense, enough to land someone in real trouble. Naturally, no one wanted to be accused. Catherine paled. "W-Who are you accusing?"

I had no interest in arguing with her. Just then, my phone rang. I had a package to pick up. I grabbed my coat and headed downstairs.

On my way back, I overheard people whispering in the office.

"She was the one keeping the data. What does this have to do with us? And seriously, who prepares a backup plan for a project like this?"

"Exactly," Catherine chimed in. "Samson, I can't believe you had to put up with her through all this."