Chapter 1587
Chapter 1587 Unable to Bear the Responsibility
"Boss!" Elmer, having finished his task, ran over to Wynter.
Wynter casually rotated her wrist and raised an eyebrow. "Is he the mole?"
"Yes." Elmer nodded.
The Securities Regulatory Bureau was an institution dispatched by the Securities Regulatory Commission. It was responsible for on-site supervision of listed companies, with a
particular focus on insider trading and market manipulation.
It was unlikely that everyone in the bureau was corrupt-it usually only took one or two rotten apples to spoil the bunch.
The person interrogating Wynter had been from a lower position, but the one Elmer had uncovered held more authority.
Wynter's dark eyes lowered slightly as her gaze fell on the man in question, Zachary Hiddlestone. He was now trembling, his legs having gone completely weak, and he collapsed on the floor. His phone lay discarded beside him.
He had encountered Wynter before. He was someone of some authority, after all. He had been invited to events like those hosted by the Chamber of Commerce.
From Zachary's perspective, Wynter had always been just a sharp-witted scion-someone who, even if she made money in stocks, did so largely thanks to Dalton's involvement.
Everyone assumed that her success was due to luck, not her own abilities. No one thought she could ever take down the Wray family on her own.
But now, to his utter disbelief, the Special Unit had completely taken over their division - for her! Zachary wondered if he heard them wrongly when they called her "Boss".
Zachary's hands trembled, and his breathing came in ragged gasps. He was terrified to the core. Did the higher-ups or Fedric know that Wynter was actually part of the Special Unit?
Wynter didn't give him any more time to stammer. She walked over, picked up his phone, and placed it back in his hand. "Send a message to your superior. Tell them that all the charges against me are valid and that I'm so scared that I'm losing my mind."
Zachary's lips quivered. "I-I..."
"Send it." Wynter's voice struck like lightning, devoid of any warmth. "Or would you like to take the fall yourself and face a death sentence?"
"I'll send it now!" Zachary hastily unlocked his phone.
There were no contacts in his phone and even his call history was blank, but it didn't matter as he had memorized the number. After typing it in, he began composing the message, word for word, exactly as Wynter instructed.
Wynter raised an eyebrow. "Whose number is that?"
Zachary's gaze wavered, as if he was too afraid to say.
Wynter stood up. "Take him away. No need for further questioning - he will take the fall." "I'll talk, I'll talk! It's Mr. Monty!" Zachary shouted in a panic. "Mr. Monty didn't directly say it, but he mentioned that the recent stock market fluctuations had caused several leading companies in the city to crash, which led to criticism from the provincial authorities.
"He implied that if we didn't step up our regulatory efforts, I'd be held accountable. He wanted me to handle any complaints carefully and pay attention to public voices. If the leading companies fall, it'll set the city's development back.
"Though Mr. Monty didn't spell it out, I knew he was referring to the Wray family." Zachary grew bolder. "You've caused major corporations in the city to collapse, and Mr. Monty isn't happy about that.
"After he hinted at it, Mr. Waldron submitted a formal complaint, accusing you of manipulating the stock market."
Hearing this, Wynter turned off the recording device, her tone calm. "Aside from Fredric Monty, did anyone else from the provincial level imply the same?"
"No one else," Zachary confirmed after a moment of thought. "It's only Mr. Monty. Your case wasn't enough to reach the provincial level..."
Then, Zachary muttered absentmindedly, "Now that it has, even the provincial authorities might not be able to bear the responsibility..."