Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 229

"It's all here! This is all the proof we need!"

Julian slammed a stack of documents onto the table.

"This is the invoice for mobilizing the medical team in Valeria! And this is the fuel bill for your private jet!"

"It was all charged to company accounts!"

Julian was certain he had won. As soon as the embezzlement charge was confirmed, Damien would not only be kicked out of the company, but he'd also be sent to prison.

And then, the Clarke family would be his to rule!

Damien didn't even glance at the documents.

He simply swept his gaze over everyone in the room.

"Do you all feel the same way?"

The shareholders all looked down, avoiding his eyes.

"Hah."

Damien let out a short, humorless laugh.

He reached out and picked up the stack of papers.

His long fingers flipped through them casually.

Then, with a sharp rip, he tore the entire stack in half.

"You! What are you doing?!"

Julian shrieked.

Damien let go, and the shredded paper fluttered down like snowflakes.

"Proof?"

"Julian, did all that time in art school rot your brain?"

Damien looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Who told you that was company money?"

"Felix."

"Sir."

Felix stepped forward and switched on the portable projector he was carrying.

Instantly, a series of clear transaction records appeared on the large screen.

"Look closely,"

Felix said, pointing at the screen, his voice ringing out.

"Every single fund transfer was drawn from Mr. Clarke's personal accounts."

"Not only that, but Mr. Clarke also used his own money to cover the two-hundred-million-dollar deficit that Martin left behind."

"Here are the bank statements, the audit reports, and the tax records."

"As for those so-called company accounts..."

Felix sneered at Julian.

"Those were backdoors your father set up years ago to cook the books. Mr. Clarke had them sealed long ago."

"You're using fake ledgers from years ago to accuse Mr. Clarke?"

"Are you trying to be funny, sir?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

Are you kidding?

Who would dare object?

That would be suicide.

"Good."

Damien nodded, satisfied.

"Meeting adjourned."

He stood up and, as he walked out, he pulled out his phone.

"Hello, Grace."

"Yeah, it's all taken care of."

"Are the dumplings ready?"

"I want the pork and scallion ones."

"Okay, I'm on my way home."

Watching Damien's retreating back, the shareholders exchanged glances.

Although Damien had crushed Julian with ruthless efficiency, the accusation that he had put a woman before the company's interests still lingered.

Several of the older shareholders didn't leave immediately after exiting the conference room.

They gathered in the smoking area at the end of the hall, shrouded in a haze of smoke.

"David, what do you make of all this?"