No Escape from Love novel Chapter 167

"If you had completed this project with loyalty and dedication, you could have become a key figure here," Oliver said in a voice filled with regret. "This was a 70-million-dollar project, and you sold the proposal for just 50 grand. Do you even know that each of you three are set to receive more than that in bonuses with the success of this project?"

Hearing this, Samson lifted his head in disbelief and stared at Oliver.

"The finance department is already processing the bonuses. They should be deposited into your accounts this afternoon," Oliver continued as he turned to Patricia and me. "Well done for your hard work."

That was no small amount for either of us, and despite trying to contain our excitement, the joy was evident on our faces.

Meanwhile, Samson's expression turned grimmer, his face growing paler by the second.

"The police are already waiting outside for you," Oliver said while patting Samson's shoulder. He hadn't used much force, but Samson still crumpled to the ground.

"Mr. Hastings, please! I know I was wrong," Samson pleaded.

He crawled toward Alex, but Alex's overwhelming presence and icy demeanor made Samson hesitate. Instead, he turned toward me.

"Serena, Serena, I'm sorry! I really know I was wrong! Please, beg Mr. Hastings for me. Just this once, ask him to forgive me!"

I looked at Samson, feeling a trace of pity but not sympathy. He had countless chances to come clean. Alex had given him so many opportunities, but he had chosen to lie every time. And the truth was, he wasn't remorseful—he was just afraid.

As we watched the police take him away, Patricia and I couldn't help but feel a sense of heaviness in our hearts.

"Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes," Patricia murmured before lowering her gaze. "He had such a bright future ahead of him, and now, it's all gone."

I let out a long sigh. "He treated a multi-million-dollar project like a game, using it to play petty revenge. It was beyond childish."

Seeing her so worried, I suddenly felt touched. "Scarlett, I appreciate your concern. The email may have been sent from my computer, but it wasn't me—it was Samson."

Hearing his name, Scarlett's eyes widened in disbelief. As the team leader of the R&D department, she oversaw all the newcomers.

"Samson?"

Patricia and I both nodded solemnly and then Patricia explained everything to her.

Scarlett sighed and said in a voice heavy with regret. "A kid fresh out of university… How could he do something like this? Selling out a multi-million-dollar project for just 50 grand. If he had just done his job properly, his bonuses alone would have been worth far more than that."

Sensing the weight in the room, I decided to lighten the mood. Stepping forward with a grin, I said, "You're absolutely right, Scarlett! Patricia and I each just got a bonus worth 200 grand!"