The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 439

Simultaneously, in a condominium located in the suburbs, a plain Jane was holding her phone.

Flustering, she dialed a number.

Shortly, a man's cold voice answered from the other end. He asked, "What's the matter?"

The woman's voice was tinged with anxiety as she said, "Startales got my numbers, and the company CEO just called me. She demanded that we meet in person to sort this out. What should I do?"

The man responded impatiently, "What should you do? Just turn her down. Can't you deal with such a small matter?"

She clenched her teeth, quickly firing back, "Public opinion is turning against me now! With the department releasing the quality inspection report, many are beginning to think I fabricated the entire incident. If I remain silent, won't that just confirm their suspicion?"

He knew she had a point.

After a brief silence, he responded ruthlessly, "You can step forward, but you know how to handle the situation, right?"

The woman quivered in fear.

She quickly responded, "Understood. Don't worry, I'll make sure to lay the blame squarely on them."

He was slightly satisfied. He stated, "Very well. Remember, you must claim one million from Startales. Once you secure the funds, they're yours. And the sum I promised will also be entirely yours, but if you mess up,

He left the sentence hanging, but the threat in his voice was clear.

The woman shuddered in fright.

After she ended the call, she started to regret agreeing to this plan.

However, she knew it was pointless to regret this. The allure of the money was too strong to resist. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and see it through.

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Restless, Neera decided to go to the office in the evening.

As soon as she arrived, she received a call from Thetis.

Neera was shocked, not expecting she would agree to meet so quickly.

She agreed warmly, "Sure, you're welcome to drop by anytime. I'll be waiting for you."

An hour later, a woman in a mask walked into the Startales office. She told the receptionist, "I'm here to see the CEO."

Since Neera had given a heads-up, the receptionist politely guided this woman to a seating area in the lobby. She said, "Please take a seat; Ms. Garcia will be here shortly."

The woman wore a long face as she waited in silence.

Soon, Neera arrived. She was accompanied by an assistant and a few employees.

She said, "Hello, I'm Neera. May I know your name?"

The woman grew nervous when she saw so many people present. Abruptly, she rose up from the seat and spoke with a hint of hostility in her tone, "Tilda Wilcher."

Her response didn't bother Neera. She maintained her courteous demeanor throughout.

"Ms. Wilcher, I'm sorry if using our product puts you through any inconveniences. Can you take off the mask so I can see your face?"

Tilda reluctantly complied with the request, showing a face covered in red rashes.

Neera looked at those rashes.

She discovered that it was true that an allergic reaction was what caused them.

"See? Your company's product has ruined my face! Tilda yelled angrily as she stated her grievances.

"What difference does it make even if you involve the authorities and prove there's nothing wrong with your product ingredients? It is still true that I had an allergic reaction after using your product. You need to take full responsibility! I'm here for compensation. I won't let this slide if you refuse."

Ignoring Tilda's outburst, Neera remained composed.

She answered politely, "I understand your feelings. I reached out to you earlier to resolve this matter. Please calm down. Although we're ready to compensate, we need to re-evaluate your allergic condition."

Tilda grew irritated with her response. She took out the medical report she had previously shared online.

"Why do you need a new medical examination? I had the report with me. You'll learn everything when you look at it!"

Neera took a glance. She confirmed this report matched the posting online. However, she remained firm on her ground.

"In addition to this report, we'll arrange for a hospital check-up for you. I know your worries, while you might find this inconvenient, we need confirmation given the compensation at stake. Of course, for the benefit of both of us, we've asked a leading media outlet in our country to document the entire process."

Her statement rattled Tilda's already tense nerves.

She finally noticed someone was recording everything with a film recorder. She exploded on the spot and chided, "What are you doing? Stop filming! Why wasn't I informed? No! I don't consent to this!"