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Chapter 724: Ilia's Instructions

Old Wilson nodded and called the manor steward, asking him to bring a few bodyguards to capture Elsa and bring her over.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the time and said, "It's lunch time. Logically, I should let everyone go to lunch, but in order to avoid suspicion of leaks, everyone should continue to stay in the meeting room. No one is allowed to leave except to go to the bathroom. Alan, go and order lunch."

"Yes."

In extraordinary circumstances, most directors agreed for the sake of family interests.

Only a few people disagreed, but he was bombarded by everyone, questioning whether he was going to leak the information, so he had to endure it.

Ten minutes later, Alan and two other secretaries arrived with a lot of lunch boxes.

Seeing some directors showing disdain, Old Wilson said, "This is all we have today. For the benefit of the company, I will temporarily let you guys down. When the matter is resolved, I will treat you all to a meal."

Not long after lunch, the secretary came to report, "Chairman, Elsa is here."

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on the door.

Elsa was escorted in by two bodyguards. Her face was pale, her hands were tied behind her back, and there was a hint of panic and stubbornness in her eyes.

Her hair was a little messy, and she had obviously struggled while being brought here.

Old Wilson sat at the head of the conference table, staring at Elsa with a sharp gaze, and said in a low and majestic voice: "Elsa, do you know why I brought you here?"

Elsa bit her lip and did not answer immediately. Her eyes scanned the conference room and finally fell on the frozen picture on the projection screen.

Her pupils contracted slightly, obviously recognizing the scene.

"I...I don't know." Her voice trembled a little, but she still pretended to be calm.

"I don't know?" George sneered and pointed at the projection screen. "Then can you explain what you were doing in Caesar's study at 12:27 noon on the 28th?"

Elsa's face turned even paler, her fingers tightly clenched the corner of her clothes, trying to control her emotions.

Her eyes swept across the screen again, fixed on the crumpled little piece of paper, and her throat rolled slightly.

"I...I was just going to clean up." Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Cleaning?" The irritable director slammed the table again and stood up, his voice like thunder, "Do you think all of us here are fools? You sneaked into Caesar's study, entered the password, operated the computer, and then fled in a hurry. Is this what you call cleaning?"

Elsa's body trembled slightly, her eyes dodged, her breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead.

"Elsa," Old Wilson's voice was still calm, but with unquestionable majesty, "We know that someone is behind you. As long as you confess, we can consider giving you a lighter sentence. Otherwise, you will be severely punished by law."

"I advise you to think carefully. Disclosing commercial secrets is no small crime!"

Elsa's lips trembled slightly, and a trace of struggle and fear flashed in her eyes.

She lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then slowly raised her head, her voice hoarse and weak: "I...I will say."

There was silence in the conference room, and everyone held their breath, waiting for her next words.

"Yes...it was Miss Ilia. It was Miss Ilia who ordered me to do this." Elsa's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but it exploded like a bomb in the conference room.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Elsa, and then turned to old Wilson who looked angry.

Ilia, the daughter of old Wilson and the eldest daughter of the Wilson family, actually instructed Elsa to steal company secrets?

This is as unbelievable as the Caesar leak.

"Ilia?" Amelie's eyes were full of disbelief. "You mean, it was Ilia who ordered you to do all this?"

"How can this be?"

"Don't bite me randomly!"

"This is impossible!" The irritable director slammed the table again and stood up, his voice like thunder, "Ilia was in a car accident not long ago and is still recovering in the hospital. How could she possibly instigate Elsa?"

"Yeah, what good will this do for her?!"

"..."

The directors were talking a lot.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Albert and Noah glanced at each other quietly, with a smile of success in their eyes.

"Everything I said is true!" Elsa was so scared that tears rolled down her cheeks. "She...she gave me the note and asked me to go into Caesar's study, find the document, and then send it to her. She said that as long as I help her, she will guarantee my safety and give me an apartment."

"Do you have any evidence?" Old Wilson asked in a deep voice.

"Yes! I still have the note with the password on it. It's in her handwriting." Elsa took out her cell phone from her pocket, removed the phone case, and took out a note from it.

At first, she was very happy when Miss Ilia said she would reward her with an apartment.

Later, as Miss Elijah asked her to get close to Dawson and the young master's study, she gradually realized that something was wrong.

But she couldn't clear herself from the matter.

I can only continue to listen to Miss Ilia and help her.

But she was not a fool and deliberately kept the evidence.

The bodyguard at the side took the note and handed it to old Wilson.

Old Wilson took a look and his face turned livid instantly. His fingers clenched the corner of the table tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions, anger, disappointment, and even a trace of imperceptible heartache.

As soon as they saw his expression, everyone understood.

The note was indeed written in Ilia's handwriting.

The atmosphere in the conference room became more tense, with directors whispering to each other and discussions rising one after another.

"What should we do now?"

"The family treated her well. She wanted to come to the company to spend some time, so they let her come. Why would she leak the secret?"

"I am also very curious!"

"Bring Ilia here for questioning?"

"Isn't she in hospital?"

"..."

Albert raised a smile and asked, "Brother, what should we do now? How could Ilia leak the secret? It seems that Ilia cannot be discharged from the hospital now? Otherwise, let's go to the hospital to visit Ilia together?"

Old Wilson sighed and was about to say something when suddenly a voice came from outside the conference room, "Who said I can't be discharged from the hospital yet?"

The door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the door, and they saw Ilia sitting in a wheelchair, and a servant pushed her slowly in.

Her face was pale and there was gauze wrapped around her forehead. It was obvious that she had not fully recovered from the injuries from the car accident.

But her eyes were unusually calm, even with a hint of sarcasm.

Her appearance shocked everyone in the conference room.