Chapter: 1856

“If I stopped it, I couldn't prove it was here today. I knew the truth about the data leak would come out, and I couldn't dodge the blame. But without showing you the virus, my innocence remained unproven."

Klein stared at her, silent and unyielding.

"To clear my name, I had to copy the virus before it destroyed itself," Rachel explained calmly. "And about the data you're worried about, I've scanned everything and saved it on this U disk since discovering the leak. So, the virus didn't get any crucial project data yesterday. Dewey, feel free to check this U disk."

Dewey took it, nodding. Just as he was about to check it on his computer, Alberto interrupted, "That's not needed."

“Yes, Sir."

"This isn't Rachel's fault," Alberto stated firmly.

Klein, caught off guard, watched as Alberto openly supported Rachel.

“But Mr. Gibson..."

"Do you have any other questions?" Alberto asked. His voice was calm, yet he radiated an intense aura.

Klein clenched his jaw, clearly struggling, before finally saying, "No. But... I'm still not convinced about Rachel's claims."

"You're free to doubt," Alberto replied coldly. Then, he glanced over at Dewey.

Dewey rose to his feet and announced, “Actually, Mr. Gibson started investigating as soon as he heard about it yesterday. We already have some findings."

"And who's the leaker?" Karen chimed in.

"Klein, don't you have something to say?" Dewey pulled out a file from beneath a stack of papers and tossed it onto the center of the table, fixing his gaze on Klein.

ALL eyes landed on the resume.

In the top right corner, there was a photo of Klein. However, the resume bore a different name: Wray Hoffman, not Klein Martel.

"Uh..." Ethan, looking bewildered, glanced at Dewey. "Whose resume is this?"

"Who's Wray? Why does he look like Klein?" Shayla asked in confusion.

“Klein, aren't you going to clear this up?" Dewey ignored their questions and kept pressing Klein for answers.

Klein's expression changed dramatically when he realized his resume was exposed.

He quickly looked at Dewey, then at Alberto, whose eyes he accidentally met. In that moment, he figured it all out and gave a self-deprecating smile.

Karen picked up the resume, scrutinizing it closely. She faced Klein.

"Klein, you... No, your name's Wray. You're not Klein!"

Klein remained silent.