Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642 Who Tampered With the Samples?

Before Elspeth had a chance to contemplate, she received an incoming call from the manufacturer side.

The current drug research had progressed to the critical stage of preliminary sample testing, where there was no room for any mistakes.

The consequences of any mistake would extend far beyond damaging their reputation.

"Miss Lynwood, I have some terrible news! We've got a big situation on our hands!" The urgent voice on the other end conveyed the severity of the situation.

Elspeth's long-standing unease, which had plagued her for some time, suddenly materialized into a stark reality. With a nervous jolt, she swiftly rose from her seat and anxiously inquired, "What's happened?"

"When I arrived at the manufacturer to inspect the goods today, the whole batch was completely ruined! I asked the manufacturer about it, but they were just as clueless. They said everything was fine during the early morning check, and they can't explain how it turned out like this."

Furrowing her brow with concern, Elspeth replied, "Let's not panic for now. I'll head over there and investigate firsthand."

Deep within her thoughts, she harbored a sense of gratitude for not having fully committed to this batch. She couldn't help but ponder the potential consequences if she had inadvertently allowed these problematic products to infiltrate the market. The mere thought of the chaos it could unleash sent shivers down her spine.

She nonchalantly grabbed a jacket and drove to the outskirts where the manufacturer was located.

The distance between the company and the manufacturer was relatively short, just a half-hour journey.

As Elspeth stepped out of the car, her secretary, Mia, awaited her at the entrance with an anxious expression, bordering on tears.

Elspeth noticed the distress and immediately asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Mia's voice trembled with a hint of sobbing as she replied, "All of the samples have been completely destroyed."

A heavy sense of despair settled in Elspeth's heart, but she managed to maintain her composure as she calmly inquired, "Was it intentional?"

"Yes, and the culprit was incredibly careful. We haven't found a single clue."

"Are you telling me there's absolutely no clue?"

"Yes, chances are the person slipped in wearing gloves and shoe cover. Moreover, they picked the dead of night when everything was calm and silent. No one could have caught a whiff of their presence."

To make matters worse, it occurred in the secluded outskirts where the culprit could carry out their deeds without interruption.

As Mia continued to cry, Elspeth took out a tissue and handed it to her. "There, there. This is not your fault, nor is it a result of any negligence on your part. You are not to blame, so please don't cry."

Mia accepted the tissue, sniffling and expressing her gratitude in a soft murmur.

Noticing her distressed state, Elspeth advised her to take a moment to rest in the car. Then, she made her way alone into the factory building.

A small crowd had gathered inside, and they directed their unwavering attention toward her as she entered the premises.

Her sharp gaze immediately caught sight of Jorman Karr, the owner of the manufacturer, whose eyes revealed a hint of guilt.

"Miss Lynwood, I'm truly sorry," he apologized with a hint of remorse in his voice.

She shook her head and proceeded to inquire, "Was there any surveillance? Did it capture any evidence?"

Jorman's unease was palpable as he responded, "Well, you see, it's not that we didn't want to pull up the surveillance footage, but there happened to be a power outage last night, and none of the cameras were functional."

She squinted suspiciously. "A power outage on the exact night this incident occurred? That seems like quite a coincidence."

"Yes, I also find it too coincidental, but that's exactly what happened," he replied.

His flustered state grew more apparent as he struggled to find the right words. Sensing his panic, Elspeth waved her hand to signal him to calm down. "Where are the damaged samples? Show them to me."

Carefully, he took out a vial of solution. "There are puncture marks on the rubber stopper of the vials. It appears they were injected with a syringe."