Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 133

Willow stared at her screen. He sounded completely clueless. Had there been a miscommunication?

Afraid she had spoken out of turn, she quickly backpedaled: [I must have misunderstood. I'm so sorry. I won't bother you any further.]

Reading her apology, Silas frowned. He had intimidated her again.

He quickly course-corrected: [It's not your fault. I do have an issue regarding the project.]

[Did Arthur say something to you?]

[Did he mention what the issue was?]

Willow hadn't planned on throwing Arthur under the bus, but since Silas asked, she decided to be honest. [Mr. Vance did mention you might have some project-related questions, but he didn't specify what they were.]

So that was it. It made sense why Arthur and Willow had jumped to that conclusion.

Silas racked his brain but couldn't come up with a single legitimate work question. He hadn't asked for her number to talk about biotech.

Finally, he typed: [It's too complicated to explain over text. We'll discuss it at the office tomorrow.]

[Understood.]

The next day, Monday.

The first thing Willow did when she arrived at her desk was review the email Clarence Vance had sent late last week. It contained the complete list of potential suppliers, along with their respective portfolios.

She went through them one by one. Ente, Liye, Bioway, Mingxin, and Sinclair Group. Out of all the candidates, Sinclair Group had scored the highest overall rating.

It wasn't until Willow calmly opened the files and pointed out every single discrepancy to his face that his anger fizzled into a panicked silence.

Standing by her desk, Clarence felt a cold sweat break out.

He had assumed Willow was just a corporate figurehead—a pretty face who didn't understand the technical side of the business. He thought he could just blow smoke and ultimately call the shots himself. He never expected her to actually read the dense scientific documents, let alone understand them deeply enough to catch his shortcuts.

He scrambled for an excuse. "These aren't vital metrics. It really doesn't matter. It won't affect the final grading outcome anyway."

"You don't get to decide what affects the outcome," Willow said, her tone deadpan and authoritative. "The final evaluation does. Furthermore, if you're making basic data errors in the preliminary stages, how can you guarantee the practical implementation won't be a disaster?"

Before he could respond, she pinned him with a sharp glare. "What I want to know is how you managed to miss something this obvious."

Instantly, Clarence's face flushed a deep crimson. He felt completely humiliated and trapped.