Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1152: 1127: Who Is the Mole?

“Alright, I’ll call Dean Chen first thing tomorrow morning to inquire about the situation,” Ye Chen replied with a smile.

“Ye Chen, thank you so much,” Zhao Ziwei said gratefully.

Without Ye Chen, she’d truly be fretting over her mother’s treatment endlessly.

“No need for such politeness with me. Rest well in the hospital, and let me handle your mother’s affairs,” Ye Chen reassured her.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Ye Chen checked it and noticed the incoming call from Su Wanyi.

Ye Chen wondered what could be prompting this girl to ring him now; something must be up.

He picked up, and Su Wanyi’s frantic voice burst through: “Ye Chen, where are you? I need to speak with you right away.”

“Wanyi, I’m at the hospital checking on a friend. Relax, we’ll chat once I’m back home,”

After Ye Chen spoke, he ended the call and rushed out of the ward.

Zhao Ziwei realized a major issue must have arisen, given how swiftly Ye Chen departed.

Ye Chen dashed from the hospital, hopped into his car, started it up fast, and sped toward home.

On the drive, he floored the accelerator, hurtling forward like a bowstring’s unleashed arrow.

The half-hour trip was shaved down to just over ten minutes.

Once parked, Ye Chen entered the villa and found Su Wanyi appearing deeply distressed.

“Wanyi, what on earth occurred?” Ye Chen asked, his concern growing for the woman before him.

After days apart, likely due to her heavy workload, Su Wanyi had slimmed down noticeably, stirring even greater sympathy in Ye Chen.

“Ye Chen, someone stole our perfume formula,” Su Wanyi sobbed.

“Calm down and explain what happened step by step,” Ye Chen soothed her.

“Ye Chen, here’s the thing. While testing perfumes at the mall today, I came across one identical to the product our Group created,” Su Wanyi explained in agitation.

“Impossible! We kept the development under wraps; only the trusted research team knows it,” Ye Chen furrowed his brow.

“That’s exactly what puzzled me, yet it’s the harsh truth,” Su Wanyi affirmed with a nod. “Ye Chen, what do we do? Mass production is underway, ready for market launch. If we proceed, they’ll sue us since their brand released first. But halting means massive losses.”

Su Wanyi faced a genuine bind. This perfume had consumed nearly a year, from initial research to full-scale production.

Immense efforts in personnel, materials, and funds had poured in, making any pause feel utterly heartbreaking.

Evidently, plagiarism had struck, but proof eluded her grasp.

This lack of evidence tormented her most.

“Wanyi, stay calm. Double-check your memory: was the perfume you spotted today truly identical to ours?” Ye Chen probed.

“Absolutely, without a doubt. I know our scent inside out—the top, middle, and base notes match perfectly,” Su Wanyi declared confidently.

Ye Chen accepted the reality upon hearing her conviction. No two brands share exact perfume scents; similarity is the limit.

With matching top, middle, and base notes, plagiarism screamed obvious.

“Given that, any suspects in mind? Anyone behaving oddly recently?” Ye Chen pressed further.

“None. All these staff members remain utterly devoted to me; no one raises red flags,” Su Wanyi answered.

“Wanyi, since you’re stumped for now, why not set it aside temporarily?” Ye Chen suggested smilingly.

Su Wanyi obsessed over this perfume; such a crisis naturally left her in turmoil, which was completely relatable.

Just then, a loud gurgle echoed.

Su Wanyi blushed deeply, clutching her belly with an awkward look.

Ye Chen realized hunger gripped her. Amid this crisis, eating was the last thing on her mind.

“Wanyi, let me whip up something. What would you like, or shall we get delivery?” Ye Chen offered.

“Ye Chen, I’ve got no appetite; I can’t eat a thing,” Su Wanyi turned down.

Her mind was too chaotic for food; anxiety overwhelmed her.

“Skipping meals isn’t an option. Nourishment matters; you’ll damage your health otherwise,” Ye Chen urged.

Su Wanyi persisted in refusal: “Ye Chen, I truly can’t eat. My head’s spinning with how this happened.”

“Wanyi, refuse to eat, and I won’t assist. I’ve already pinpointed the formula leaker,” Ye Chen teased mysteriously.

“Ye Chen, really? You know who did it?” Su Wanyi’s tension visibly lifted.

“Indeed, but only if you eat properly. No food, no reveal,” Ye Chen reiterated.

He was bluffing to coax Su Wanyi; no divine insight let Ye Chen uncover the truth instantly.

Moreover, infrequent company visits left him unfamiliar with staff, barring quick mole identification.

Ye Chen’s track record of astonishing feats made Su Wanyi believe him without question.

Su Wanyi looked at Ye Chen and said, “Okay, then Ye Chen, make me a bowl of noodles.”

She knew full well that Ye Chen's cooking abilities rivaled those of five-star chefs.

Ye Chen's noodle soup stood as Su Wanyi's top favorite, and preparing it caused him no hassle at all.

“No problem, just watch some TV while I whip it up.”

Ye Chen got Su Wanyi comfortable before heading into the kitchen to start cooking.

Shortly afterward, a piping hot bowl of noodle soup came out from the kitchen in his hands.

The perfume matter had truly spoiled Su Wanyi's appetite earlier, yet the moment the fragrance hit her, hunger struck her fiercely.

Eyes fixed on the noodle soup before her, Su Wanyi snatched up her chopsticks and dove into a big mouthful.

Those noodles boasted perfect chewiness and rich flavor, with the broth tasting utterly delectable.

Soon enough, Su Wanyi polished off the entire bowl of noodle soup, not sparing a single drop of the broth.

“Ye Chen, I want more,” she declared, dangling the empty bowl right in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen had figured Su Wanyi might not finish even one bowl, never imagining she'd devour so much.

As he eyed the leftover noodles he'd set aside for his own plate still sitting in the pot, frustration washed over Ye Chen.

Ye Chen hadn't touched food since noon and felt utterly ravenous.

A helpless look appeared on Ye Chen's face, realizing this girl was in no sour mood whatsoever.