My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1084 Live to See Another Day

However, despite thinking that way, he couldn't pass out.

Normally, even the slightest stimulation would cause him to faint and be rushed to the hospital.

But now, in this critical situation, he couldn't faint.

It brought him a sense of unprecedented frustration. It was vexing that he couldn't collapse when he was supposed to and that he collapsed when he didn't want to.

Mr. Sharp's eyes darkened when he saw Brandon's increasingly pale face and the sweat on his forehead.

Mr. Sharp was now certain that what the two employees in the elevator had said might be true.

If it were false, Brandon wouldn't be so nervous and anxious. He should have been angry.

No one could tolerate slanders, after all.

But in addition to anger, Brandon also showed guilt and nervousness. Apparently, something was amiss.

The conversation in the elevator continued.

"You mentioned the serious casualties of the quarry collapse. How many people died?"

"I'm not sure. It should be more than ten."

"Ten?"

"Yeah. Our country has regulations that if the number of deaths in a mining accident reaches ten and above, the quarry must be unconditionally shut down, and the incident must be reported. Our

chairman reported it, but the quarry was not shut down. So, it's clear that he not only concealed not only the excessive mining that caused the quarry collapse but also the number of deaths. The purpose was to prevent the quarry from being shut down and continue mining until the last bit of ore is excavated."

"Tsk, he's so greedy."

"It's normal, isn't it? Capitalists are all greedy. Alright, we've almost arrived. Let's go."

The two men exchanged a meaningful smile as the elevator doors closed.

After the elevator descended, Mr. Sharp, Brandon, and others came in.

Mr. Sharp glanced at the display in the elevator and then at Brandon, who clenched his fists and looked distracted. Mr. Sharp narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Mr. Madden, you heard them, right? Do you have anything to say?"

Brandon's eyes widened suddenly, and he anxiously replied, "Mr. Sharp, it's not true. You can't believe their nonsense. They're deliberately trying to smear my name. Really, you have to believe me!"

He tried to grab Mr. Sharp's arm.

Mr. Sharp saw through his intention and lifted his arm, avoiding Brandon's hand. With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he said, "Whether it's true or not, we'll investigate it ourselves. You don't have to explain. Let's wait until we find out the truth. Alright, see you around."

With that, he led his subordinates into the other elevator.

Brandon didn't follow. He didn't dare to. Feeling cold all over, he watched those people leave.

When the elevator doors closed, he felt as if all the strength had left him. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

Those subordinates behind him were startled and hurried to get him up.

"Mr. Madden, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Mr. Madden, get up."

Finally, with the assistance of Kirk, Brandon got to his feet, but he was too weak to stand. He could only lean on Kirk. His lips were bloodless, and his gaze was unfocused as he muttered, "It's all over."

When Kirk heard it, his heart sank to the bottom and his face turned grim.

As Brandon's special assistant, he knew many of Brandon's secrets.

And he knew that the matter discussed by the two people was true.

Brandon and he were on the same boat.

If Brandon fell, he would also fall into a desperate situation.

So, he was just as afraid and anxious as Brandon.

But stabilizing Brandon's emotions was the priority.

He still had the Trison Corporation to run.

If he collapsed, it would be all over.

Kirk took a deep breath, suppressed his worries, and quickly said to Brandon, "Mr. Madden, please don't worry. Although Mr. Sharp claimed that he would investigate, this matter happened many years ago, and we have cleaned up the traces. There won't be much he can find, and we will be fine."

The situation wasn't that desperate.

If it happened recently, they wouldn't have time to cover up the evidence, and they would end up in jail.

They might even face death sentences given the serious casualties from the quarry collapse.

A total of 15 people had died, after all, and it was considered a serious crime.

Combined with their excessive mining activities, they would face severe punishment. The possibility of being executed was very high.

Fortunately, the accident had happened several years ago, and they had cleared all the traces.

So, even if Mr. Sharp could find something, he would never find decisive evidence.

Then they would be fine.

They might only suffer significant financial losses.

But it was much better than facing a death sentence.

Brandon listened to Kirk's analysis and came to his senses.

That was right. Most of the evidence had been erased, and he didn't have to panic so much.

Brandon felt better and no longer felt that weak. His face was still pale, but his spirit was lifted. His expression turned cold, and he said, "Go and investigate those two employees. I don't care if they did it on purpose or not, make sure they won't live to see another day."

Upon hearing this, apart from Kirk, the other subordinates were appalled. They quickly lowered their heads, trying to diminish their presence.

If they hadn't misheard or misunderstood, Mr. Madden just ordered them to kill the two employees.

Neither Brandon nor Kirk cared about their thoughts.

Kirk wasn't surprised at all by Brandon's command.

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"Consider it done!" Kirk nodded with an equally cold expression.

Brandon and he were in this together, and the two employees posed a great threat to him too.

So, he naturally wanted to get them killed.

"Wait a moment! Get me back to the office first," Brandon said wearily, grabbing Kirk's arm.

Kirk nodded and escorted him back to the office before going out on his mission.

After about half an hour, Kirk returned when Brandon was dozing off.

The look on his face was unpleasant.

Brandon's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling. "How is it? Did you find out?"

He sat up straight and asked Kirk urgently. His voice was filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Kirk came over, stopped in front of the desk, and shook his head with a gloomy expression. "I'm sorry, Mr. Madden. We couldn't find anything. Those two men are not employees of Trison Corporation or any of its subsidiaries."