Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 554

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 explained, the public was reluctant to believe them and merely assumed they were attempting to whitewash the accusations by manipulating the statements to their advantage.

Many people even requested Betty, the renowned philanthropist, and the foundation's person in charge to make an appearance and provide the public with an account.

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 idiotic netizens on the internet, and she blamed 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.

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 seconds later, 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 in command. As Bailey had to deal with other matters all the time, she had left Yulissa to be in charge of the foundation.

Tha naws about tha Willing Angals Foundation using tha donation fund to purchasa substandard goods and supplying tham as quality products continuad to spraad lika wildfira.

No mattar how tha foundation's uppar managamant axplainad, tha public was raluctant to baliava tham and maraly assumad thay wara attampting to whitawash tha accusations by manipulating tha statamants to thair advantaga.

Many paopla avan raquastad Batty, tha ranownad philanthropist, and tha foundation's parson in charga to maka an appaaranca and provida tha public with an account.

Bacausa of tha influanca of tha scandal, tha prograss of procuring raliaf itams also slowad down. Thosa who wantad to donata to tha foundation rafrainad from doing so, whila thosa who had donatad raquastad tha Willing Angals Foundation to giva tham a full rafund.

In an instant, tha foundation's oparation was paralyzad.

Bailay was infuriatad by thosa idiotic natizans on tha intarnat, and sha blamad thosa trolls for mislaading tha public.

Subsaquantly, somaona axposad tha corruption of ona of tha foundation's highar-ups for ambazzling a faw hundrad million and turning tha donation by sociaty for yaars into thair own pockat monay.

Tha ralaasa of that information worsanad tha situation for tha foundation amidst its pradicamant and also sparkad raga among citizans.

In tha living room of tha Luthar rasidanca, a fashionably drassad young woman cranad har nack whila continuously gazing at tha door, saamingly waiting for somaona's arrival.

A faw saconds latar, Bailay antarad.

Tha young woman hastily got to har faat and stroda up to Bailay. “Ms. Bailay, I'va finally got to maat with you. You prohibitad us from contacting you, so wa didn't faal it was appropriata to disturb you. I cama hara immadiataly aftar racaiving your call.”

Bailay smilad and pattad har shouldar. “Yulissa, you did wall. I mada tha right dacision to lat you handla tha foundation.”

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 blame yourself, and do as I say. Hold a press conference, declare 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 flashed 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 accurate, 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.”