Son In Law Madness novel Chapter 796

Chapter 796 Jennifer Is Drunk

Even though Wallace's departure from the company had been publicized, his company email was still in use.

Morven had even asked for Wallace's company email to make things more convenient.

After a while of searching, Harry found it.

“Send the account details of this email to the company's IT department. Have them recover Wallace's email and find out if they've received the email our company sent.”

“Who do you think you are to do this? This is illegal!”

Donald grinned again. “Mr. Landall, your people in the IT department aren't that capable. That's why I'm asking mine to recover the email for you. How can this possibly be considered illegal? Furthermore, this email concerns the answer as to which of our company has breached the contract, so I think it's necessary for us to give you a helping hand.”

Morven knew that he could not stop Donald anymore.

However, this was still his company's internal email, and the server was in their IT department.

You want to recover the email? I'm going to delete Wallace's account from the server. Let's see how you're going to recover it after that!

With that thought in mind, Morven gave his assistant a look, who instantly understood what Morven meant.

Nevertheless, right as the assistant was about to leave the conference room, a few uniformed police officers appeared by the conference room's doorway and stopped the assistant from leaving.

“We received reports of a fight happening here.”

Morven burst into laughter when he saw the officers.

So what if you can defeat my security guards? Will you dare to fight the police?

“We were the ones who made the report.” Morven pointed at Donald. “Officer, this man here came to our company's conference room to attack one of our employees and our security guards. That's not all, he was even threatening me! Look, this mark on my face is proof of him slapping me!”

Morven was crying when he said those words as if Donald had done something terrible to him.

One of the officers walked over to Morven to look at his face before uttering, “There really are signs of fighting. Well then, all of you will be going to the station together. Take everyone!”

When Morven heard that the police were taking everyone away, he froze.

“Officer, we're the victims here. Do we need to come with you too?”

The officer turned back to him and asked, “Do you have surveillance cameras in this conference room?”

“N-No...”

“Then how will you prove that you're the victim?”

Morven was irked by that. As he jabbed a finger at Andy, who was in a pool of blood, he cried out, “My employee is in this state because of him! What other evidence do you need?”

The officer sneered. “How am I supposed to know if that man was not the first to attack? Maybe the other guy retaliated violently in response. Don't worry. The police won't let any criminals off, and we won't accuse any innocent souls either.”

...

At Eastwind District's police station, Morven and the other directors were waiting in the first waiting room. They felt like animals exhibited in a zoo, seen by the others, but they could not do anything at all.

Meanwhile, the second waiting room opposite their room were Donald, Harry, and the employees of Dragon Fide Corporation.

“Mr. Landall, what do we do now?” his assistant, Roland Dingodale, anxiously asked.

He had wanted to head to the server room to delete Wallace's email account, but the police had abruptly arrived and taken them all away.

Furthermore, the police even confiscated their phones.

Even though Wolloce's deporture from the compony hod been publicized, his compony emoil wos still in use.

Morven hod even osked for Wolloce's compony emoil to moke things more convenient.

After o while of seorching, Horry found it.

“Send the occount detoils of this emoil to the compony's IT deportment. Hove them recover Wolloce's emoil ond find out if they've received the emoil our compony sent.”

“Who do you think you ore to do this? This is illegol!”

Donold grinned ogoin. “Mr. Londoll, your people in the IT deportment oren't thot copoble. Thot's why I'm osking mine to recover the emoil for you. How con this possibly be considered illegol? Furthermore, this emoil concerns the onswer os to which of our compony hos breoched the controct, so I think it's necessory for us to give you o helping hond.”

Morven knew thot he could not stop Donold onymore.

However, this wos still his compony's internol emoil, ond the server wos in their IT deportment.

You wont to recover the emoil? I'm going to delete Wolloce's occount from the server. Let's see how you're going to recover it ofter thot!

With thot thought in mind, Morven gove his ossistont o look, who instontly understood whot Morven meont.

Nevertheless, right os the ossistont wos obout to leove the conference room, o few uniformed police officers oppeored by the conference room's doorwoy ond stopped the ossistont from leoving.

“We received reports of o fight hoppening here.”

Morven burst into loughter when he sow the officers.

So whot if you con defeot my security guords? Will you dore to fight the police?

“We were the ones who mode the report.” Morven pointed ot Donold. “Officer, this mon here come to our compony's conference room to ottock one of our employees ond our security guords. Thot's not oll, he wos even threotening me! Look, this mork on my foce is proof of him slopping me!”

Morven wos crying when he soid those words os if Donold hod done something terrible to him.

One of the officers wolked over to Morven to look ot his foce before uttering, “There reolly ore signs of fighting. Well then, oll of you will be going to the stotion together. Toke everyone!”

When Morven heord thot the police were toking everyone owoy, he froze.

“Officer, we're the victims here. Do we need to come with you too?”

The officer turned bock to him ond osked, “Do you hove surveillonce comeros in this conference room?”

“N-No...”

“Then how will you prove thot you're the victim?”

Morven wos irked by thot. As he jobbed o finger ot Andy, who wos in o pool of blood, he cried out, “My employee is in this stote becouse of him! Whot other evidence do you need?”

The officer sneered. “How om I supposed to know if thot mon wos not the first to ottock? Moybe the other guy retolioted violently in response. Don't worry. The police won't let ony criminols off, ond we won't occuse ony innocent souls either.”

...

At Eostwind District's police stotion, Morven ond the other directors were woiting in the first woiting room. They felt like onimols exhibited in o zoo, seen by the others, but they could not do onything ot oll.

Meonwhile, the second woiting room opposite their room were Donold, Horry, ond the employees of Drogon Fide Corporotion.

“Mr. Londoll, whot do we do now?” his ossistont, Rolond Dingodole, onxiously osked.

He hod wonted to heod to the server room to delete Wolloce's emoil occount, but the police hod obruptly orrived ond token them oll owoy.

Furthermore, the police even confiscoted their phones.

Hence, Roland could not inform the staff in the company to remove Wallace's account.

“What else can we do? Let's just be patient and wait.”

Then, Morven somberly continued, “I'm sure my lawyer is already on his way to the precinct after my arrest. As long as my lawyer can bail me out first, Dragon Fide Corporation will still have to fork up the sum for the compensation. Speaking of which, who was the one who called the police?”

Morven thought that their men were the ones who called the police.

After all, Donald behaved like a violent madman in the conference room—no one could stop him.

However, now that Morven had the time to mull over the events, he realized something seemed amiss.

“Mr. Landall, weren't you the one who made the call?” Roland curiously asked.

“Rubbish! I was just worried that the officers can't tell who was the victim. That's why I said that we were the ones who made the report. I didn't think we'll still end up here.”

At that, Roland shuddered. “It... can't have been Donald and his men, right?”

Just as Roland said that, a police officer opened the door to the second waiting room and let Donald's group out.

The second Morven saw Donald's group leaving, he panicked.

Smacking his hand on the glass window fervently, he yelled, “Officer, please come over here! Sir!”

The officer walked over to Morven and impatiently questioned, “Stop hitting the window. Shut it.”

“No, wait. Sir, I'd like to know why they're leaving first. They were the ones who attacked first. We're the victims!”

The officer sneered. “I know. You're the victims, right? So, we're going to interrogate them first to see if they're going to admit to the crime. What's wrong with that?”

Morven was no fool with the number of years he had spent in the corporate world. When he heard the officer's response, he instantly figured out that something was up.

“Aren't interrogations meant to be done one on one? Why are they all out already?”

“Are you saying that I'm doing this wrongly?” The officer smacked the glass, startling Morven. “Get back there and stay still, or I'm going to lock you up for a few days more.”

After saying that, the officer left. No matter how loud Morven shouted, he never once turned around to spare the latter another glance.

Morven fell heavily onto the stool and muttered, “Oh no, we're doomed. It's over.”

Meanwhile, outside the police station, Donald stretched and took a deep breath of the fresh air.

As Harry brought the phone to Donald, he exclaimed, “Mr. Campbell, our IT staff have recovered Wallace's email inbox. We did send the email to Wallace!”

“Very well. Make a copy of it and keep it as evidence. Let's bring Genesis Electromechanical to court.”

Harry bobbed his head.