Five minutes later, Tristan hurried back and asked Isaac for confirmation, "Mr. Spark, are you sure there's no issue with the two trucks of metal you brought in? Because I just had someone double-check, and indeed, no one has touched those two trucks of metal."
"Tristan, what on earth are you trying to say?" Isaac's eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Are you implying that our prestigious Spark Company, The Clan, is deliberately framing you? Let me tell you now, I am absolutely certain that those two trucks of metal were not brought by us!"
"Um..." Tristan opened his mouth, looking as if he didn't know what to say.
After thinking for a moment, Tristan asked, "Mr. Spark, we indeed made a mistake this time. As for the metals you brought, I can find a way to compensate you."