Chapter 322
Chapter 322:
“Got it p>
Four minutes later, Kian called back.
“The guy running the show, Tristan Hadley, is over in Riverbend, other side of town. I’ve asked him to haul ass back to the venue. Told him not to mess around. From now on, he reports to you. Run the event however you want. Shut it down if that’s what it takes p>
“Got it. Appreciate it p>
“Good. Remember that when you get married next time and need to pick a best man. Now, unless you’ve got more problems, I’m going back to sleep.” Ashton hung up.
Octavia had been openly eavesdropping. “Well p>
“We wait for Tristan Hadley. First, he finds out who’s behind this p>
Less than thirty minutes later, Hadley arrived.
Mid-forties, balding, in an ill-fitted blazer.
He jogged in, forehead soaked, eyes darting.
He stopped short in front of Ashton and bent slightly at the waist.
“Mr. Laurent, I’m Tristan Hadley, I’ve reviewed the situation. I’ll get someone on the CCTV footage right away p>
When Ashton didn’t reply, Hadley blinked and adjusted his glasses.
Sweat gathered again at his temples.
“If there’s anything specific you need from me, I’m at your full disposal p>
“The footage was tampered with internally. Whoever you send will find exactly what the saboteur wants them to. I want the person behind it. Not the scapegoat. I want the name of whoever directed Dr. Aliénor Dubois p>
Hadley swallowed audibly. “Understood. I’ll keep it discreet. I’ll find out who’s pulling the strings p>
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Ashton gave a faint nod. “You’ve got two hours. That’s when the event ends. If I don’t have an answer by then, I’ll go straight to Mr. Al-Ahmad p>
Hadley flinched. “That’s, uh, that’s not necessary, Mr. Laurent. Mr. Al-Ahmad is busy. I’m sure we don’t need to bother him with such a trivial matter p>
“Then you better act fast p>
“Of course, of course! I’ll have your answer within two hours p>
Hadley bolted, half-running, half-tripping, until he disappeared backstage.
“I’ll go keep an eye on that Dubois woman.” Octavia rose. “Make sure she doesn’t try anything again p>
Ashton stayed in his seat, unmoving.
He considered doing what Kian suggested and just pulling the plug on the entire competition.
But Octavia had made it clear that Mirabelle had insisted on finishing.