Lord Protector Novel

Hence, Zeke Williams was now the official president of the company.

After the initial shock had passed, Fred quickly gathered his senses.

“I understand now. I got it. This was all a scheme cooked up by the two of you. Lacey gave you the encryption key, which allowed you to hack into the company system. You were then able to buy large amounts of shares at low prices! But you counted your chickens before they hatched. There’s enough evidence to end the both of you.”

Zeke broke into a smile. “I personally designed Linton Group’s firewall, so I don’t need any encryption key to hack into the system. Besides, I confess this entire incident was orchestrated by me, and only me. But, I was only acting on military orders.”

What?

“Haha!”

The room dissolved into uproarious laughter.

It was ludicrous that the military would order Zeke to commit such an illegal endeavor.

He sure knows how to put on a performance.

Even Dawn and Nancy were gazing at him with a mixture of suspicion and disbelief.

“Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you.” Zeke announced.

He pulled out his phone and called Wolf’s Greed, “Come in.”

“It doesn’t matter who you call. Everyone present can testify you just admitted to hacking into the company’s system and accused the military of puppeteering you. Your jail cell awaits.” Fred threatened.

Zeke looked around the room. “Who would testify on behalf of Fred Jenson?”

Numerous hands shot up into the air. The expressions of the people they were connected to were twisted with scorching contempt.

Those who raised their hands all belonged to Daryl Chadley’s camp.

“Good. I’ve noted all of you down.” Zeke nodded.

“I hope none of you regret your decision.”

All of a sudden, the door of the meeting room burst open forcefully.

A troop of soldiers charged in and surrounded the people present.

What’s going on?

The crowd was astonished and jumped to their feet instinctively.

Why are soldiers here?

With so many stars on his shoulder, the leader is clearly a general!

Linton Group might be fairly powerful, but it’s still not big enough to be a cause for concern for such high-ranking military officials.

Fred Jenson was bewildered, to say the least.

I called the Bank Regulatory Bureau, not the military.

Could it be that the funds involved are too large of a sum to be handled by the Bank Regulatory Bureau and were passed on to the military?

Fred tentatively approached Wolf’s Greed. “Good afternoon, Colonel. Why are you...”

Wolf’s Greed interrupted him mid-sentence, “Who is the assistant director of the company?”

“I am.” Fred anxiously answered.

“Get him.” Wolf’s Greed ordered.