Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 87

Lucas’s tone was grave and unwavering. Although Baron Inc. boasted its own legal team, a glaring failure in quality control from their in-house production posed a significant threat. If news of this mishap leaked, even a settlement outside of court wouldn’t spare Baron Inc. from enduring a serious blow to its hard-earned reputation.

“How on earth did this slip through? Don’t we have quality control measures in place for this exact reason?” Baron asked, his brow furrowing deeply in frustration.

After scanning through the report, his anger flared visibly. “What?! Bring the person responsible for that factory to me immediately. He owes me an explanation… and that’s not even considering the compensation he should be handing over for this mess!”

“Understood, Mr. Goldman,” Lucas replied promptly, already preparing to leave.

But before he could walk away, I stepped forward, my mind racing. “Wait a moment. This might not actually be Baron Inc.’s fault,” I said cautiously.

Both Baron and Lucas turned toward me, their expressions filled with surprise and curiosity.

I hesitated briefly, then decided to offer my help as a way to repay the kindness Baron had shown me. “May I take a look at the documents, if you don’t mind?” I asked.

I had caught a glimpse of the partner company’s name, and if memory served me correctly, I had analyzed that firm during my university days. Even then, it was clear what they truly were—nothing more than con artists. They fabricated market research, falsified reports about consumer dissatisfaction and poor sales, and then demanded hefty compensation from their business associates.

The partner companies invariably fell for the ruse, handing over large sums of money. Meanwhile, the scammers would establish a shell company, rebrand the original batch of products, and sell them anew under a different label, profiting all over again.

How could a company like this not only survive but also become a partner to Baron Inc.? The idea was outrageous, almost unbelievable.

I felt compelled to speak up. “Mr. Goldman, the issue isn’t with you or Baron Inc. It’s the client.”

“Huh? What exactly do you mean?” he asked, clearly puzzled.

I took a deep breath, preparing to explain the tangled web I had uncovered.