NovelStartChapter 1023 A Tool At His Disposal
Despite Moore Group being a large enterprise, it suffered huge losses due to poor management and embezzlement of funds by its
higher-ups. Things got so terrible that being able to cut down on losses was considered a huge feat.
Southall Group's reputation took a steep dive after the incident with Henrick, so it was practically impossible for the company to
get out of the red.
Oliver and Jacob were both planning on taking Southall Group for themselves so they could make a final profit by selling it off.
As Southall Group was formerly Moore Group, most of its branch offices, properties, and land were considered company assets,
which would sell for an enormous sum.
Oliver was planning on using that money to expand his restaurant franchise.
He wanted his restaurants to have branches set up all over the world like Soir Coffee.
To him, Southall Group was merely a tool at his disposal that would help achieve that goal of his.
After completing the nchange procedures at the bank, Arielle headed over to the Al technology department located in a
branch office separate from the company’s headquarters.
The building had six floors, three of which belonged to the Al technology department.
Only one of Oliver's lackeys attended to Arielle when she entered the building.
Even then, that subordinate had ill-intentions in mind and said half-jokingly, “Sorry, Madam Chairman. The designers are all busy
having a meeting to discuss the design for our latest product. I'm afraid they won't have tto see you at the moment. How
about | take you on a tour instead?”
Arielle simply shot him a glare so cold and domineering that the man broke out in a cold sweat and found it hard to breathe.
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something else!
With that in mind, the man didn’t dare show her any more disdain as he added with a nervous chuckle, “I'm telling the truth,
Madam Chairman! They really are in a meeting right now!”
“Where's the conference room?” Arielle asked coldly.
The design blueprint for the company’s latest product, NeuroProst, was displayed on a gigantic screen in the conference room.
There were several designers huddled around the screen with stressed looks on their faces.
The one in charge of the design team was a man named Calvin Zeller.
Despite graduating from Maxwell University, Calvin chose to lower himself and work for Southall Group. The only reason he did so
was because Oliver promised to hand the entire technology department over to him upon rising to power.
That would grant him complete freedom over how he wanted to develop the department.
However, there were sissues with the latest product he cup with.
NeuroProst was designed specifically with disabled people in mind. Its purpose was to replace the missing limbs with bionic ones.
This technology made use of the user's brainwaves, allowing them to control the bionic limbs with their brains like how they would
with actual limbs.
Unfortunately, it was an incredibly difficult and complicated technology, and the experiments conducted so far had all ended in
failure.
“All right, let's find out what went wrong this time.” Calvin glanced at one of the designers and continued, “Kimi, are you sure there
are no errors in the wiring system you designed?”
The look on Kimi’s face turned gloomy instantly upon hearing that. “I don’t think there's anything wrong with the wiring. | think it's
your programming that is faulty, Mr. Zeller.”
Although Calvin had gotten into Maxwell University, he was actually awarded a completion certificate instead of a graduation
certificate. That was one of the reasons why he could only get a job in a company like Southall Group.
Even so, he prided himself as an academic genius and would never admit to being inferior to others.
As such, it was only natural that Calvin didn’t take too kindly to Kimi’s remark.
“What the hell are you saying? There's no way my programming is at fault!”
Their argument was interrupted when the door to the conference room was suddenly opened.
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