Chapter 540
Chapter 540 Preston Has Been Decelved
Finn Harris handed a signed check to Preston and asked, “Just a USB drive? Do you have other data
or results?”
Preston had nned to not give them everything from the get-go. He said, “I’ll go to the bank to
withdraw the funds first. I’ll then give you the rest of the confidential files.”
Finn frowned, and he looked at Otto. Thetter shrugged nonchntly.
A mischievous grin adorned Otto’s face as he said, “Take your time. Go ahead and verify it. After all, he
did not really care about it.
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“All right, that’s settled then,” Preston expressed his satisfaction with the response. It was a far
cry from the usual disrespect he received from Joseph.
Otto took the USB drive, got into his car, and drove away.
Just as Preston was about to leave, arge group of journalists suddenly swarmed him, their cameras
shing like countless stars and nearly blinding him. Before he could utter a curse, his wrist was
mped by something icy cold. He looked down, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
“Who put handcuffs on me!”
“We’re from the Docwood City Police Department,” said an officer sternly, holding the other end of the
handcuffs as he pushed his way through the crowd of reporters. “You’re suspected of being involved in
a theft case, and we’re cing you under official arrest.”
“I’m not a thief! I didn’t do anything! I’ll sue you for defamation!”
“Mr. Joseph has already submitted the surveince footage of you infiltrating the Whitmant Group.”
Preston was petrified, unable toprehend how he had been discovered when he had not alerted
anyone. Trying to maintain hisposure, he retorted, “That is mypany. What’s wrong with me
entering my ownpany?”
The police officer continued firmly, “You’ve been expelled from the Whitman Group for a week now, and
even if you weren’t, it’d still be considered theft.”
Preston was at a loss for words.
Shortly after, several other officers arrived, dispersing the journalists and escorting Preston into a police
car.
Preston clutched the check in his hand and made a quick decision. In the middle of the chaos, he
discreetly ced the check under the table.
Shortly after, Jonathan was notified by the police to report to the station.
In a hushed tone, Preston informed Jonathan of the location where the check was hidden. He
instructed, “Take everything out and deposit it into the Suess Bank. Then, find your grandpa and ask
him to pull some strings to get me out.”
Jonathan’s eyes gleamed with admiration. “You’re amazing, Dad! You managed to get 150 million
dors just like that.”
“Learn something from me,” Preston advised, “Keep the money in your hands. What’s the point of
earning it if you can’t ess it when needed?”
“Yeah, thepany’s CFO told me I’ll be able to withdraw my profits by the next quarter,” Jonathan
said.
Thepany was preparing for a stockunch and needed a significant amount of capital, so
dividends were put on hold temporarily.
“Go and find your grandpa. Don’t let any information slip. Just insist that I have nothing and that I was
merely visiting the office,” Preston emphasized.
“I understand, Dad.” Jonathan nodded firmly.
Many journalists were broadcasting the news, and within a short while, news of Preston’s theft of
Whitman Group’s confidential files spread like wildfire in Docwood.
On his way to the bank, Jonathan received pop-up notifications about the trending topic on his phone.
He disdainfully nced at them and turned off his phone. He was about to get his hands on 150 million
dors, and he could not care less about these public opinions.
“I want to cash this check”
“Sure, please wait a moment.” The bank teller took the check, examined it, and furrowed his brows
slightly.
“Sir, I’m sorry, but this check is invalid. It can’t be cashed.”
“What? Take a good look again!”
“I’m sure of it. It’s an empty check.”
Jonathan stared at the check before him, and it was not long before he realized that Preston
had been deceived. His breathing grewbored, and he copsed on the spot.