Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Mr. Charlie was all at sea. He’d set a new password when he left the warehouse. If there was someone in there, how the hell did they get out?

There’s no way they could’ve cracked that complex password system.

But if the warehouse was empty, what’s the deal with the recording inside? Was the warehouse really under surveillance?

Did the warehouse manager betray them?

"Dean, go fetch the warehouse manager." Rosemary’s words made the three people in the room uneasy.

The other employees outside the office were gobsmacked. The warehouse manager had issues too?

Good Lord, what a hot mess the management was!

No wonder the company didn’t make any progress after a year!

So many problems were gnawing at the company.

The warehouse manager seemed to be in her early twenties, wearing glasses and looking all quiet–not the type who would stab the company in the back.

When Dean called her, she knew she couldn’t hide it anymore. With a sobbing voice, she murmured,

"Ms. Rose"

Although she was older than Rosemary, Rosemary’s aura frightened her, and she didn’t dare meet Rosemary’s gaze.

Rosemary tapped her slender fingers on the table, scanning the four people in the room. "Oh right, we’re missing one more. Bring the head of the procurement department." The other employees outside the door were stunned. Even the head of procurement was involved.

Were there any good guys left in the management?

Once everyone was there, Rosemary casually started, "Now that everyone is here, spill the beans."

"Ms. Rose." Mr. Charlie was scared out of his wits.

The head of procurement quickly exclaimed, "Ms. Rose, I have nothing to do with this."

"Ms. Rose, I don’t know anything." The warehouse manager also tried to defend herself.

The other leaders kept their heads down, knowing there was no point in arguing.

"If no one wants to fess up," Rosemary didn’t seem to be in a hurry, casually glancing at the people in front of her and saying, "Then I’ll have to guess." Everyone kept their lips sealed.

"I’ve checked the company’s purchase orders. The procurement price for each type of fabric is almost the same as the market price. But if you’re in a long-term partnership with the supplier, the price can be lowered."

"For instance, a hundred meters of regular pure cotton fabric usually costs around 130 bucks. If you partner long–term, you can get it for 80 bucks."

"But the head of procurement has been buying in bulk at a price of 150. At this price, a roll of a hundred meters of fabric can make at least seventy to eighty new items, but when it arrives at the warehouse, there are only twenty to thirty left."

"Ms. Rose, you don’t understand."

Before Rosemary could finish, the head of procurement hastily explained, "The young designers in the design department include too many elements in the new designs; they’re complex and consume a lot of fabric. It’s mainly consumed during production; it’s not my personal problem."

"If workers on the production line really made seventy to eighty new items, but only twenty to thirty arrived at the warehouse, how could they possibly agree? Their wages are calculated per piece."

There’s a huge difference!

"What if these extra fifty pieces were sold elsewhere by you guys and the money earned was shared among you?" Rosemary casually suggested, "What if you agreed with the cloth supplier on a price of 80 bucks per hundred meters of fabric but wrote 150 on the books?"

Rosemary tapped on the computer a few times and then turned the screen towards her.

"You’re in partnership with three cloth suppliers. Each month, at different times, these three suppliers make transfers to your personal account. If this isn’t kickbacks, can you explain to me what it is?"

The head of procurement was stunned. She hadn’t expected Rosemary to find out all this. How was this possible?

"There are issues with the purchase amount, quantity, and quality." Rosemary’s gaze shifted to the quiet girl in front. "There are issues with the intake and output. Now it’s your turn to explain."

The warehouse manager was terrified and stammered, "Ms. Rose, I didn’t."

"I’ve checked the company’s surveillance and the surveillance of nearby courier points."

Rosemary’s slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, and countless surveillance images appeared on the computer screen, filling everyone’s vision.

"The surveillance shows that you’ve sent goods from the warehouse to the nearby courier point more than three hundred times. You have several phone numbers, all registered under your name. You’ve

sent more than three hundred parcels."

"Ms. Rose." Facing the irrefutable surveillance evidence, the warehouse manager turned pale, and cold sweat trickled down her face.

"You sent a parcel to the courier point after work yesterday, but they hadn’t had time to send it out. There is information about the recipient. Dean called the recipient, and she said she had placed an order from an online shop called ’Collins Fashion Online Store"."

"I found the shop. It’s been in operation for 11 months. In other words, the second month after the company was established, you set up an online shop and sold the company’s products there. You didn’t get the company’s agreement or authorization."

"Depending on the style the customer needs, if it’s a small quantity of clothes, you send them after work; if it’s a large quantity, you ship directly from the warehouse, calling the courier to pick it up at the warehouse. The courier has come to pick up more than two hundred times."

"But each product is tens of dollars cheaper than the market price."

The warehouse manager was so scared that her legs turned to jelly and she was trembling all over.

Rosemary turned her gaze to the other three, stating firmly, "Not only did you sell the company’s high–quality products, but you also privately used inferior fabric to produce poor–quality clothes, then stuck

the company’s label on them and sold them elsewhere, damaging the company’s reputation. Am I right?"

None of them had expected her to dig this deep; It was way beyond their wildest guesses!

It was as if she had hard evidence!

They were all scared shitless, pale as ghosts, beads of cold sweat trickling down their foreheads, at a loss for words as to how to explain all this.

"You guys have anything to say before I call the cops?" Rosemary’s gaze swept over each of them, waiting for someone to speak up.

Eden, the team leader of Line 4, was the first one to crack under the pressure, blurting out, "Mr. Oscar made us do it. Either get on board with him or get out of the company. We really had no choice, man!"

"Yeah!" chimed in the leader of Line 5, "We’re in debt up to our eyeballs, and in a moment of stupidity."

"Enough," Mr. Charlie said, stopping them from continuing.

Eden grumbled, "Mr. Charlie, we’re all exposed now; are we still going to cover for Mr. Oscar?"

"Remember the celebration party for the first month of our company’s establishment? Ikit weren’t for him egging us on to bet online, would we have lost so much money? We still can’t pay it off!"

The team leader of Line 5 was constantly getting calls from debt collectors, so much so that he was considering jumping off the roof.

If it wasn’t for his young kids and sick wife, he would have ended it all already.

"Mr. Oscar even encouraged you to bet online?" Rosemary raised an eyebrow. This was illegal; no one would dare to do it.

"Mr. Oscar said that I could win 9 out of 10 times on that website; he even showed us his withdrawal amount, over 60k $!"

"At first, we didn’t believe him, but after a few bets, most of us were winning and could withdraw the money straight to our bank accounts."

"So we started betting more and more, even getting our friends and family involved. But the website kept raising the withdrawal limit, first saying you needed 50k to withdraw, and after we gathered 50k,they said you needed 100k to get the money out. So, we borrowed more money from various online loan platforms, and even after investing hundreds of thousands, we still couldn’t get our money back!"

The team leader of Line 5 sighed; if it weren’t for worrying about dragging his wife and kids into this, he would have offed himself!

Because many workers from the production line were involved, they formed Line 4 and Line 5, producing low–quality clothes together, cooperating with the warehouse manager to sell the clothes

outside, and sharing the earned money proportionally.

"Some of our relatives from our hometown trust us; they don’t know how to operate online, so they gave us their life savings or money collected from selling their houses to invest, and now it’s all gone."

"Some of them were retirement funds; some was for relatives surgeries; they didn’t have enough to cover the surgery, so they wanted to win some extra money through betting, but now they’ll never see

a penny of that money."

"Most of the money was borrowed from dozens of online loan platforms."

"We’ve been paying it back for a whole year, several thousand dollars each month, and we’re still not done!"

The team leaders of Line 4 and Line 5 couldn’t help but weep as they spoke; the helplessness they felt was something only they could understand.

"I also placed bets, and," The warehouse manager bit her lip, tears rolling down her cheeks, choking for a while before saying. At that celebration party, I got drunk. When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying next to Mr. Oscar. He took a lot of pictures of me, forcing me to do this."

Everyone was stunned, looking at her with disbelief written all over their faces.

"At first, I was in agony, especially knowing that he had connections in the police department; reporting him would be pointless. But then I started getting a share every month, and I could buy some designer bags. I just let it happen."

The warehouse manager’s words shocked and angered the head of the procurement department: "I also had quite a bit to drink that time, and Oscar put pressure on me too! He threatened me, saying he’d tell my husband and post my pictures outside my in–laws’ workplace, letting them know I was a rule–breaking daughter–in–law. I had just gotten married; I was really scared."

The conversation in the office made the crowd outside very dissatisfied!

Oscar really crossed the line!

Taking advantage of people’s difficulties, forcing them to cooperate with him!

"Ms. Rose, I beg you to let us go. The warehouse manager pleaded, "I really don’t want to go to jail. I still have a long life ahead of me; I really don’t want to spend it in prison."

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