Chapter 1233

Over in Bridgeport, there was a knock on the door to the president's office of FutureFlavors Group. Upon getting a response from the person inside, Titus Gebber, the person who knocked on the door, pushed it open and hurriedly reported, "We have a situation, Mr. Fletcher." Ian looked up from the documents he was dealing with and asked, "What is it?" "There are customers who have been hospitalized as a result of food poisoning after consuming food from our outlets in north and south Bridgeport. The media are swarming the outlets, and there are officers from the Food and Drug Administration there too. Our store managers have been taken away for questioning." Ian frowned. "Have we found out the cause of it?" "We didn't have the time to look into things. By the time I learned of what happened and got there, the FDA had already sealed the premises and denied entry to everyone." Ian got to his feet and said with a frown, "All our food goes through stringent safety inspections. How coul