Chapter 551
The news about the Willing Angels Foundation using the donation fund to purchase substandard goods
and supplying them as quality products continued to spread like wildfire.
No matter how the foundation''s upper management exined, the public was reluctant to believe them
and merely assumed they were attempting to whitewash the usations by manipting the
statements to their advantage.
Many people even requested Betty, the renowned phnthropist, and the foundation''s person in charge
to make an appearance and provide the public with an ount.
Because of the influence of the scandal, the progress of procuring relief items also slowed down.
Those who wanted to donate to the foundation refrained from doing so, while those who had donated
requested the Willing Angels Foundation to give them a full refund.
In an instant, the foundation''s operation was paralyzed.
Bailey was infuriated by those idioticizens on the inte, and she med those trolls for
misleading the public.
Subsequently, someone exposed the corruption of one of the foundation''s higher-ups for embezzling a
few hundred million and turning the donation by society for years into their own pocket money.
The release of that information worsened the situation for the foundation amidst its predicament and
also sparked rage among citizens.
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In the living room of the Luther residence, a fashionably dressed young woman craned her neck while
continuously gazing at the door, seemingly waiting for someone''s arrival.
A few secondster, Bailey entered.
The young woman hastily got to her feet and strode up to Bailey. “Ms. Bailey, I''ve finally got to meet
with you. You prohibited us from contacting you, so we didn''t feel it was appropriate to disturb you. I
came here immediately after receiving your call.”
Bailey smiled and patted her shoulder. “Yulissa, you did well. I made the right decision to let you handle
the foundation.”
Yulissa Childs was the Willing Angels Foundation''s second inmand. As Bailey had to deal with
other matters all the time, she had left Yulissa to be in charge of the foundation.
“Ms. Bailey, I feel ashamed to receive yourpliment. I''m sorry for my negligence in monitoring the
foundation''s senior executives, allowing the finance department director to embezzle arge amount of
money and causing the public to think we have deliberately siphoned off the money for our own use
now.”
Bailey arched her brow. “So, Dean Worrell did line his pockets with three hundred million from the
fund?”
Yulissa nodded. Then she recalled something and frantically shook her head. “He didmit a white-
cor crime, but the amount is not as staggering as three hundred million. He embezzled at most a few
million.”
Bailey furrowed her brows slightly. No wonder the others are tarnishing the foundation''s reputation. My
failure to keep tabs on my subordinates is why this crisis arose.
“Is there evidence of his wrongdoings?”
Yulissa nodded. “I checked the entire ount and noticed a deficit of around nine million. This sum
was transferred to a bank in Spaunia. After investigating the user registration information, we
discovered Dean used his mistress'' ID card to open the ount.”
Bailey grunted in response before uttering casually, “Since this matter has already been investigated,
we shall report our findings as they are to the public.”
Yulissa widened her eyes and stared at Bailey in utter disbelief. She hurriedly shook her head and said,
“That won''t do, Ms. Bailey. We cannot do that. Once we admit Dean had indeed helped himself to the
donation fund, everyone will think that you instructed him or condoned his action. What if this revtion
blemishes your image?”
Bailey couldn''t help butugh. “Do you think my good name can be spared if we avoid publicizing the
evidence of Dean''s corruption? Don''t be na?ve. I won''te out of this mess unscathed since he''s one
of the foundation''s senior executives.”
Yulissa gradually lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, “I''m sorry, Ms. Bailey. My dereliction of
duty had given him the opportunity tomit embezzlement right under my nose. Worst of all,
someone got the dirt on him and exposed his misuse of funds.”
Unfazed, Bailey waved her hand. “Dean handles the foundation''s finance, so it would be difficult to
guard against him if he were determined to embezzle the fund. Don''t me yourself, and do as I say.
Hold a press conference, dere evidence of Dean''s misappropriation to the public, and then
surrender him to the Department of Justice.”
Yulissa gritted her teeth and tried refuting, “But—”
“Quit dawdling and execute my instructions. Wrong is wrong. Nobody should carry hopes of escaping
from their responsibility by luck. Besides, I''m not worried that exposing his wrongdoing will affect my
reputation.”
“A-All right. I''ll do as you say since you insist.”
“Okay.”
In the second-floor private room of a coffee shop in the city center, a middle-aged man was staring at
the girl sitting beside the window in bafflement.
He asked in confusion, “Ms. West, why do you want to meet with me?”
Chloe lifted a brow and grinned. “It seems that you recognize me, Mr. Worrell. That should make things
easier to deal with. Since you know who I am, you should be well aware that I can save you from
imprisonment.”
Dean shuddered. He narrowed his eyes at her warily and sounded her out, “W-What do you mean by
that? Why am I getting imprisoned?”
“Isn''t that the case?” Chloe shed a faint smile. “News about a senior executive of the Willing Angels
Foundation embezzling the donation fund is spreading like wildfire. If the result of my investigation is
urate, you should be the senior executive who misappropriated the sum of three hundred million.
Isn''t that right, Mr. Worrell?”
“Three hundred million? I merely took—” Dean caught himself abruptly as he realized he had spilled
the beans.
She chuckled. “You don''t have to be so cautious, Mr. Worrell. I''m here to help you today.”