I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Sophie trusted her instincts. She summoned her courage and asked the question that had long weighed on her heart.

“Marcus, if you really like me, then why was it that time on the phone with someone else, you-”

Ring, ring, ring…

The ringtone cut her off.

Marcus picked up his phone, ready to hang up, but when he saw the caller ID, his brows furrowed.

“I’ll take this call.”

He rose and walked to the floor–to–ceiling window before pressing answer.

Sophie stayed on the sofa, waiting. She couldn’t hear the words on the other end, but she could sense Marcus’s mood shift almost instantly–darkening.

“Sophie forged a company seal and dismissed employees without authorization. Why did you let her off so lightly?”

The booming voice of Old Mr. Morgan came through the line. Marcus’s eyes sank.

“Necessary business tactics. Nothing unusual.”

“I’m speaking to you seriously, and I expect a serious answer!” the old man thundered.

Marcus’s tone remained casual.

“Father, you should remember–I’m the one in charge of the Morgan Group now.”

“You-”

Marcus cut him off flatly.

“I have a meeting. We’ll talk later.”

The call disconnected.

Old Mr. Morgan stared at the dead line, then hurled the phone across the room in fury.

Before him, Liam stood hunched, trembling.

Though confined to the hospital these days, Liam had quietly investigated the truth behind Nina and the others being fired.

The deeper he dug, the more reckless Sophie’s actions appeared. And the more startling–it was Marcus himself who had indulged her boldness.

Knowing he could no longer win Marcus’s favor, Liam turned instead to cling to the old patriarch.

The elder’s eagle–like eyes swept over him with a derisive snort.

“Your leg’s healed already?”

“Yes, thank you for your concern, Grandfather. It’s almost fully recovered–I can work as usual.”

“Good. Then return to work.”

He paused, then added,

“When your father passed, he was a director. By rights, you should have taken that position long ago. You’ve had enough years of training at the bottom. Go to HR and collect your director’s badge.”

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Delight flared in Liam’s eyes.

“Thank you, Grandfather!”

Back in Morgan Tower, Marcus ended the call only to find Sophie had already left. A flicker of complexity passed through his narrow eyes.

He thought of the question she hadn’t managed to finish asking. His gaze darkened.

He had a feeling–it was an important one.

Meanwhile, Sophie, who had intended to resume their conversation after his call, was intercepted by another.

Mr. Lee phoned, his voice anxious: there had been a problem with the fabric dyeing process, and she needed to come quickly.

Without hesitation, Sophie drove straight to the factory.

The moment she stepped in, she heard Mr. Lee’s angry scolding.

“How could you make a mistake on something this important? Do you realize even a tiny error with the dye changes the entire effect of the fabric? And you didn’t just slip once–you botched several times!”

“What happened, Mr. Lee?” Sophie pushed open the door, cutting him off.

Mr. Lee wiped sweat from his brow.

“During batch production, he used the wrong proportions. Now the entire lot of fabric is ruined.”

“Charge all the losses to him. Redo the batch with the proper formula,” Sophie ordered crisply.

“Manager Chandler, it’s not that simple. The indigo dye we use for this effect was already scarce. With his mistake, we’ve exhausted all we had. I’ve already requested procurement to order more, , but this shade is rare on the market. We won’t get enough in time.”

Sophie’s brows knit.

“Don’t panic. We’ll find a way.”

Her voice stayed calm, but her heart pounded.

Only a week remained before the Spring Collection launch. Even if the dye arrived immediately, it would take two days to process the fabric. That would leave just five days for the designers to produce finished pieces–barely enough.

And right now, they had no raw material at all.

“Manager Chandler, maybe we can reduce the indigo area and produce what we can. At least the designers would have something to work with.”

“No.” Sophie rejected the idea instantly.

“Designers create based on the fabric samples they’re given. They calculate every subtle gradient of the dyeing. Even a slight variance in the pattern or shading will affect the entire final product. We can’t compromise.”

“Then what do we do?” Mr. Lee snapped, lashing out with a kick at the worker

“Do you have any idea what your mistake cost us? That dye alone was worth millions–you’ll never pay it back in a lifetime!”

The worker fell to his knees in terror.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. I’ll find a way to make it right!”

Mr. Lee waved him off in disgust.

“I’ll have Finance calculate the damages. Don’t think you can wriggle out of it.

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Sophie frowned.

“You have three days to pay it back.”

Mr. Lee froze, shocked.

In the past, Morgan Group never pressed its workers hard over losses. They were wealthy enough to absorb the costs, sometimes giving employees

years to repay.

Why was Sophie pushing so ruthlessly now?

The ruined materials were worth millions. How could an ordinary worker possibly come up with that in three days?

“Manager Chandler, I can’t… There’s no way I can gather that much in three days!”

He scrambled toward her, trying to grab her leg. Sophie stepped back, avoiding him.

“Three days. If you can’t, expect a court summons.”

Her tone was ice.

“Beyond the raw material cost, you’ll also be liable for Morgan Group’s lost time. You know the caliber of our legal team. Fail to pay, and you can spend the rest of your life in prison.”

With that, Sophie turned and left.

Mr. Lee stood stunned, unable to guess what her true play was.

The worker staggered out in despair, hailing a ride–share.

He never noticed the black BMW that pulled out and followed close behind.

Inside the car, Sophie dialed Chris.

“Chris, can you come over?”

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Twenty minutes later, the worker stepped out of a car and slipped into a warehouse.

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