Chapter 95 Brave and Honest Rebecca
"Ms. Getty got hacked!"
Thinking about all those malicious comments he'd seen, Mike hesitantly handed over the tablet.
Frederick had repeatedly reminded him that if Rebecca was wronged, she should tell him.
But something this big happened, and if it weren't for someone in the secretarial office gossiping about it, he wouldn't even know.
Wasn't this a massive dereliction of duty?
Thinking about the fury he was about to face, Mike instinctively shrank his neck.
Over 10 minutes passed, and the office remained completely silent.
Only light and shadow flickered before his eyes as the pages on the tablet slowly scrolled.
Mike dared to look over.
Frederick's expression was calm.
However nasty the comments in the posts were, that's how angry he was.
But all that anger completely vanished after learning what Rebecca had done.
He knew it—Rebecca wasn't some pitiful little thing who only knew how to cry when trouble came.
When the Getty family went bankrupt, she didn't cry or make a fuss, but tried every possible way to pay off the debts.
When falsely accused, she didn't helplessly beg for help either—she called the police, found a lawyer, and showed up in the classroom facing everyone's malicious speculation.
Frederick could already imagine what kind of situation Rebecca was facing.
Yet she didn't even send him a single message about her grievances, just shouldered it all herself.
Even though the outcome wasn't satisfactory.
Rebecca had her light, had her thorns, and as always, was still that brave and genuine Rebecca.
It's just that before, the thorns on her body had been restrained by others.
Now, like this, it was good.
"Mike..."
"Yes!"
"What Rebecca has already done, don't add unnecessary touches. What she hasn't done, you fill in the gaps."
"Yes."
"At the Windsor Group, character comes first, professional skills second. Beyond that, my money should be spent where it should be spent. Cultivating talent? Yes! Anything else? Out of the question!"
"Understood!"
When he first heard "fill in the gaps," he was confused, not knowing what Frederick intended.
But now, Mike completely understood.
Taking the tablet, Mike turned and left, heading off to notify the PR and legal departments about emergency overtime.
The office quieted down. Frederick turned to look at the deep night outside the window, a cold, sharp glint gradually gathering in his dark eyes.
After a long while, he grabbed his phone and posted something on Facebook.
In room 520 at Star Apartments, Rebecca and Lucy were eating Mexican food.
The whole room was filled with the spicy, savory aroma.
Her phone dinged softly. Rebecca grabbed her phone and saw a message from Frederick: [What are you doing?]
She snapped a photo of the steaming Mexican food and sent it over, grinning: [About to have dinner. You?]
[Thinking about you.] He replied instantly.
Rebecca's heart thumped, and she instinctively leaned back a bit.
It must be the steam from the Mexican food hitting her face—otherwise, why would her face feel so hot?
When he didn't get her reply, Frederick sent another message: [What about you? Haven't you missed me these past few days?]
To say she hadn't would be a lie.
But to tell him she missed him?
That felt somehow weird.
Rebecca bit her lip: [I've been a bit busy these days.]
[Busy with what?]
Rebecca sighed: [Classes, homework, all school stuff.]
After sending it, there was no response.
Just as Rebecca was reflecting on whether she'd said something wrong and made him angry...
Her phone buzzed twice.