Chapter 218 Strategic Plans
A few of the soldiers who could easily overhear their conversation despite not wanting to were in complete disbelief.
They couldn't fathom how and why Shi Tian would give such a response when it was crystal clear that Vanessa just wanted an apology or some consolation.
Nevertheless, they are just soldiers and are on duty.
This was an affair between these two, so interfering would be impolite and could even cause them to be reprimanded harshly by Theobold for neglecting their duties.
Meanwhile, Vanessa's face changed from red to purple, going from embarrassment to anger.
Taking a deep breath, she needed to calm her agitated emotion. She was embarrassed because his response made it seem like she was being unreasonable and petty to everyone.
She could sense the soldiers were reacting but remained still, thanks to their years of training.
Glaring angrily at Shi Tian, Vanessa stopped talking, knowing that it would be a waste of breath.
As the two silently waited for the return of Theobold and Mary to finish their vehicle talk, back in Gearits City, a family was in complete chaos.
At the headquarters of the Harrett Family, a large meeting room was commencing, with all attention laid upon the center person.
Situated at the center was a striking figure of advanced age, his appearance commanding attention through a combination of dignity and an unyielding spirit.
He stood at an average height but possessed an undeniable presence, accentuated by his impeccable grooming and refined attire.
His domineering aura was evident, and everyone knew him as Samuel Harrett, the president of Harrett Enterprise and patriarch of the Harrett Family.
Perhaps the most striking feature of Samuel Harrett was his silver hair and piercing gaze, the color of polished steel. They seemed to miss nothing and carry a wisdom that comes from a lifetime of experience.
Samuel Harrett's eyes scanned around the meeting room, his expression was solemn.
"I'm sure by now that everyone has heard of Optic Mech's deeds and their current rise in reputation, right?" Samuel Harrett asked softly.
Not one of the members in the meeting room uttered a single sound.
They knew very well what the tone was being used and had no intention of facing his wrath.
Samuel Harrett was not a bit surprised by the silent response, almost as if he had expected this outcome already.
Instead, he turned his head to another old man who was standing by the door. With a closer look, it was recognizable that the old man was Butler Wade, also the bodyguard and butler for Olivia Harrett, his spoiled daughter.
"Butler Wade, have you finished the investigation from the explosion that happened a week ago in the District C safe hold?" Samuel Harrett asked him, his tone clearly softened quite a bit.
It was clear that Butler Wade's position was higher than the people who actually got to sit down in the meeting room.
Butler Wade's face was solemn as he nodded his head.
"Yes, Patriarch. The explosion occurred because Hank's subordinates were careless regarding the new modification product from Optic Mech. They had tried to disassemble the modified Claymore Mines, without understanding that the consequences of doing so was a chain of explosion." Butler Wade reported.
And he continued, "After the incident had happened, Hank made sure to ensure the safety of Young Miss, and it was merely a coincidence that the Young Miss was going there for some supplies. It was not a direct confrontation from Optic Mech to harm the Young Miss."
Samuel Harrett calmly listened to the report, nodding his head in the process. He didn't doubt a single word from Butler Wade, given that he had been working for him since they were children.
It was also because of this trust that he was willing and reassured to have him take care of his spoiled daughter, Olivia Harrett.
No matter how spoiled Olivia Harrett was, if Butler Wade was adamant on something and advised her, she would still listen, albeit making a scene briefly.
"Hmph, they sure got off lucky that this was merely a coincidence. Otherwise, I'll make sure Optic Mech would pay heavily if my spoiled daughter was harmed." Samuel Harrett snorted coldly.
"As for Hank, make sure his salary is deducted by half a year and his rank demoted. Even if the incident was done by his incompetent subordinates, he still has to take responsibility for it since he was in charge of it." He added, imposing punishment on Hank.
As the one who sat in the highest position and oversaw everything, Samuel Harrett would not allow others to see him as a weak-willed person.
Punishment would be imposed if they made a mistake, but naturally, they would be rewarded greatly for their merits.
Butler Wade nodded his head, "I have already imposed proper punishment on Hank for his negligence, as well as warning him that if there is a next offense that indirectly harms the Young Miss, he will not be forgiven."
"Hmph, if there was a next time, then he could kiss his life goodbye." Samuel Harrett sneered coldly. No matter how disappointed he was with his spoiled daughter, she was his only offspring from his late beloved.
In other words, Olivia Harrett was practically his breaking point, so if anyone were to scheme against her, he would reveal his most ferocious side ever.
"Anyway, let's not mention that incident and move on to the current event. I've received news that Commander Theobold of Flameheart Vanguard had gone to the frontline alongside those from Optic Mech and an unknown woman." Samuel Harrett clasped his hands and said.
Shifting the topic, they finally went to the main agenda of today's meeting.
He was getting worried that Optic Mech was too cozy with the Flameheart Vanguard. They needed to come up with a strategic plan quickly, otherwise, their position would become quite awkward.
"Patriarch, I believe we should send our military team to the frontline as well. I've gotten news that the other families are already planning on mobilizing their military. If we still refuse to do it, then our reputation will be tarnished." One of the members suggested.
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