Deep Impression

Cynthia nodded.

Henry furrowed his brows slightly, and there was a faint coldness in his eyes, "Is this incident related to him?"

If there was no involvement, Cynthia shouldn't have known about Ian's existence.

She shouldn't have casually asked such a question.

"It's nothing, just making conversation," Cynthia knew that her eldest uncle was sharp-minded and could not hide anything from him, so she simply said, "If something really happened to you, then his position as deputy should naturally be able to rectify the situation, right?"

With one sentence, she shifted the blame entirely to the intrigues of the workplace.

It wasn't that Cynthia intended to conceal anything, but throughout the investigation, they simply couldn't find any evidence implicating Ian.

If, as Dalton said, Ian had money, power, and influence, then those under him would naturally be willing to become his pawns in order to climb up.