Charming Mommy of adorable triplets Novel novel Chapter 1053

Chapter 1053

Surprisingly, the editor-in-chief kept him.

Had he learned something?

Mr. Lowe looked sickly when he thought about that.

When the editor-in-chief wanted to send someone to check the footage, Mr. Lowe suddenly blurted, “l-If it’s just a misunderstanding, let’s just let it go.”

The staff next to him looked at each other, noticing that something was off.

Hector looked at him. “Why don’t we check the cameras? I was arrested because of you, and I was framed. We need the surveillance videos to clear my name.”

“You!” Mr. Lowe’s eyes burned with anger while he clenched his jaw. “I apologize for blaming you.”

Hector smiled. “Alright, there’s no need to check the footage if you think it’s a misunderstanding too.”

After the meeting, Mr. Lowe caught up with Hector and pulled him into a safe corridor He grabbed Hector by the collar angrily. “Did you tell the editor-in-chief?” Hector looked calm. “What was I supposed to tell him?”

His smile triggered Mr. Lowe, who glared at him furiously. “Stop pretending. Why would the editor-in-chief protect a newbie like you if you hadn’t told him anything?’

Hector shrugged. “How would I know? You framed me for the watch, and I haven’t even told him that.”

Mr. Lowe pointed at his nose. “You know what I’m talking about. I’m warning you, if you want to continue working here, it’s best to watch what you say, or I’ll make it hard for you to stay.”

Mr. Lowe loosened his tie and walked away.

“That’s why he wouldn’t want people to check the video.” “Mr. Lowe worked here for a decade before he was promoted. He wasn’t going to be okay now that the editor-in-chief suddenly had his focus on a new

guy.”

“Honestly, Hector is something. He got Mr. Lowe into trouble soon after joining.”

The whispering fell into Mr. Lowe’s ears. He was a senior and someone close to the editor-in-chief, but he wasn’t happy now that he had lost his reputation.

Mr. Lowe gnashed his teeth. “Hector, follow me.”

Hector walked out with him.

Mr. Lowe grabbed his shirt and pushed him against the wall in the corridor. The vein in his neck was bursting, and his face contorted. “You’re playing me like this!?’