Pedro''s expression changed slightly, and he instructed, "I''m on my way. Have the tech department fix it right away!"


    By the time Pedro reached thepany, more than an hour had passed.


    Theo sat in his office, fuming, demanding that the tech department resolve the issue within the next half hour.


    His secretary, visibly trembling, turned to leave but stopped to greet Pedro as he arrived. "Mr. Wilkie, you''re here."


    Pedro nodded. "Get back to work."


    Once the secretary left, Pedro entered the office and shut the door behind him. "What''s going on? It''s just a firewall, and it still hasn''t been fixed?"


    Theo''s face remained furious. "Ugh, they''re all useless-getting paid so much but can''t do anything when it matters!"


    Pedro sat down on the sofa, his face hardening. "If it''s not fixed in another half hour, I''ll handle it myself."


    Theo sat across from him, scratching his head in frustration. "What can you do? I don''t get it. The firewall was fine before, but now it''s under attack out of nowhere.


    "Do you think it has something to do with the fund that was transferred into ourpany ount?"


    "Forget about the money for now," Pedro replied. "Go to the tech department and find out if they can actually fix the firewall. Once you confirm,e back and let me know."


    Theo, sensing the coldness in Pedro''s expression, didn''t dare argue. "Okay, I''ll go now."


    About ten minutester, Theo returned, his face grim. "Grandpa, I asked the head of the tech department. To fix the firewall, they said it''ll take at least a full day."


    "A day? By the time they fix it, thepany will be ruined!" Pedro eximed.


    "I don''t know what else to do. I don''t understand this tech stuff either..." Theo muttered.


    "Alright, go out now. I''ll figure something out," Pedro replied.


    "Okay," Theo answered, still feeling uncertain.


    As Theo left the office, it suddenly dawned on him that Pedro''s decision to think of a solution didn''t require him to stay.


    Was it because Pedro thought he was useless and couldn''t handle anything?


    Back in the office, Pedro dialed Drake''s number. "Did you attack ourpany''s firewall?"


    Drake chuckled. "I didn''t expect the Wilkie Group''s firewall to be so weak. You called me earlier than I thought you would."


    "What do you want?" Pedro demanded.


    "I just wanted to demonstrate my capabilities and make it clear that dealing with the Wilkie Group is easy for me. I''m also genuinely interested in working with you," Drake O exined.


    Pedro took a deep breath and said slowly, "You want the Wilkie Group to be your pawn against Prospectus Technology, right? I agree, but you must guarantee that when it''s all over the Wilkie Group won''t be harmed."  en


    "You don''t need to worry about that, Mr. Wilkie, The Wilkie Group isn''t at the point where I need to destroy it. Today was just a necessary step to show you that I want to cooperate," Drake replied.


    Pedro''s expression darkened. "Come to the Wilkie residence tomorrow, and we''ll talk face-to-face."


    "Mr. Wilkie, I''m busy and can''t make it. I''ll be at Tie-Fun Restaurant, Room 1, at 8:00 p.m. tonight, waiting for you," Drake said.


    Before Pedro could respond, the line went dead. His eyes shed with anger, and he nearly threw the phone in frustration.


    In all his years in business, this was the first time he had been threatened like this!


    Drake Mummery... he''d remember that name.


    Ten minutester, Theo burst into the office, looking excited.