Chapter 734 Secret Service Agent


    Never in a million years did Winslow expect Donald to have no sense of shame.


    This video''s obviously recorded by one of his loyal subjects! Some gall he has to im that he''s got


    nothing to do with it!


    Winslow pulled his tie to loosen it. A wave of fury crashed through him as he fumed, “Even if you


    weren''t the one, you shouldn''t have yed this video right here during our meeting! I demand you


    destroy that sh drive this instant!”


    Donald gestured for Amelia to pause the video before he turned to Winslow and said cidly, “Mr.


    Moore, I already told you not to get so worked up about it. I''ve never watched this video until now,


    so how would I have known that this video could turn out to be something like this? Of course, we


    can stop ying it, but would you mind telling us who was that woman you were with in the video?”


    Following the direction where Donald was pointing, Winslow finally noticed that the screen had


    frozen exactly at the time when he and that woman were both facing the camera.


    Others might not be able to put a name to that woman''s face, but there was no way Jennifer could


    not recognize who that was.


    “That''s our manager from themerce department, X Lozano,” she revealed.


    Donald regarded Winslow with a half-smile. “If my memory serves me right, isn''t married your


    marital status? What would your wife think if she found out you had been intimate with one of our


    staff? More interestingly, after looking into the rest of the files in the sh drive, we also learned that


    she seemed to be a conduit for your moneyundering.”


    Toe up with a wless financial report and get past the headquarters'' evaluation would be out


    of the question had there been no inside job.


    One by one, Amelia opened the documents in the sh drive, only to find the bank transfer records


    between Winslow''s personal bank ount and that of those who were in cahoots with him.


    Aspared to the information Amelia provided in bringing thepany''s illicit profits to light, what


    Donald brought to the table was equivalent to sentencing Winslow to death. It would be a futile


    attempt at that point to make anyone else a scapegoat for Winslow''s own felony.


    Devastated, Winslow felt as if all his strength had left his body. As he slumped into his seat, not


    another word escaped him.


    “What else do you have to say for yourself now, Mr. Moore?” Donald said.


    “I... I was the one who pulled the strings for dozens of ourpany''s coborative projects. I


    contributed significantly to ourpany''s sess. Give me another chance, Ms. Wilson! I promise


    this will never happen again!”


    Sadly, Winslow''s promise meant nothing to Jennifer.


    She hit the button on the table, and soon enough, two security guards entered the conference room


    and seized Winslow.


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    In light of such detailed information, Winslow would surely have to spend the rest of his life behind


    bars.


    As for those people who were involved in the case, they were all at the mercy of Jennifer''s judgment


    call.


    At first, the executive directors could not even care less about Donald''s existence. Things were


    different then as they began seeing him in a different light.


    This brat''s one vicious man. Even a sly old fox like Winslow wound up in jail because of him. Should


    Donald decide toe at us, how many of us can make it out alive?


    At that thought, everyone started to feel restless, their minds already wandering.


    It was then that Donald shifted his attention to Sven, who was drenched in a cold sweat. He asked,


    “Are you unwell, Sven?”


    A sheepish smile was set on Sven''s face. “I... Uh... I think my stomach''s acting up again. It''s just an


    old illness of mine.”


    “That can''t be right... Why does it show that you have a healthy stomach on your files, then? You do


    get migraine all the time, though.”


    Donald''s words only served to send shivers down Sven''s spine.


    Only people close to Sven knew about his on-and-off migraine. He could only wonder where Donald


    had gotten the intel from.


    The more Sven pondered about it, the more fearful he felt. Why do I feel like I''m looking at a secret


    service agent when I look at Donald?