He was still short, however, and attempted to make it up with business.
“Look, these businesses are long-term profits. It would make you more money than money,” Peter said as he pushed the papers to Tim. “Sign it, and it’s all yours-naturally, the condition is that you destroy all the evidence against me.”
Tim read through the papers, and mused to himself that Peter was certainly a sly, if not prudent, old fox.
After ensuring that there were no issues, Tim signed the agreement and destroyed all the evidence that he had of Peter’s conspiracy right before Peter’s eyes.
However, Peter could barely breathe easy when Tim said, “Oh, by the way, I got this curious email for some reason. You should take a look.”
Tim plugged a USB drive into his laptop, and showed Peter the video inside.
Peter’s face first turned pale, and then dark!
His pupils dilating, he stammered, “What… How…”
Tim Goldman shrugged innocently. I wasn’t even investigating you. Someone sent this to me.”
His expression looked so genuine anyone would fall for his ploy, but Peter was not stupid enough to believe him so easily.
However, he had no idea how something he kept hidden so well in the distant past could be exposed.
It was literally buried six feet under-everyone who knew about it was dead!
“H-How did you get this?!’ Peter growled, finally understanding that Tim was not stopping at simple blackmailing.
However, Tim kept feigning innocence. “I honestly don’t know who sent this.”
Peter slammed a hand on this desk furiously. ‘What do you want?! Just tell me already! I’ve already given you the project we competed for while you were busy sorting out your messy divorce, and paid 150 million dollars for your silence! Why do you keep doing this to me?!”
“Doing this to you? Me?” Tim blinked, and quickly waved him off. “I’m not, and don’t blame me when you have no proof, or I would have to call the po- po to adjudicate this issue.”
His words were a naked threat-po-po certainly gnawed at Peter’s nerves.
As tension piled in his body, he clutched his chest, which was flaring in agony!
Tim was actually left wondering how fragile the man was-he was not dying right here, was he?
‘Hey, die somewhere else, or you’d jinx my office,” Tim said, and called for his secretary before turning back to Peter. “Should I call an ambulance for you?”
However, Peter’s chest seemed to have stiffened into a block and he could not even speak!
As his face turned pale and he looked like he would soon pass out, Tim gestured for his secretary to call an ambulance, and Peter passed out right then from hypertension!
Tim pursed his lips. “Tut, tut. That’s all it takes?”
He certainly held contempt for the man, but was not really apathetic either since he would have trouble explaining himself if Peter died here.
“Still not coming out? Your father-in-law passed out here.”
Tim walked over to sit on the couch, while a door opened, and Zachary stepped out.
He cast a cool look at Peter, but joined Tim at the couch.
Tim’s interest was actually piqued. “He’s your father-in-law even after all that mess, right? And they say that you’re a former doctor with an angelic soul, too… What made you this cold?”
Zachary leaned back on the couch nonchalantly. “It’s simple, Mr. Goldman- I want Centric United.”
Tim, however, knew better.
The woman called Lulu Adams, who was mentioned in the recording of Peter’s drunken ramble, was the key.
He did not expose Zachary, however, since he was making a fortune by working with Zachary!
Why in the hell would he not do it?
Pouring Zachary a cup of coffee, Tim asked, “I’m curious. How did you find out about something he kept so well hidden?’
“Did you forget? His daughter stays in my house,” Zachary said flatly.
He did not call Ember his wife, but merely referred to her as someone who stayed in his house.
Over the last few days, he had been feeding Ember certain prohibited drugs that cause hallucinations.
As a former doctor, it was all too easy to get his hands on such substances, and that in turn allowed him to find out about secrets no one else was privy to.
‘Tut, tut… Honestly, I never knew that he would do anything just to succeed. ‘ Tim shook his head in disbelief as he remembered Peter’s crimes.
‘It’s almost inevitable for a fire to break out in that factory since he was using equipment that did not adhere to safety regulations. Even then, he could have just bought safety equipment which could reduce risk, but he didn’t do it just to save money, and thanks to that, there were seven workers dead and over twenty injured… but somehow the
Officials decided that it was an ‘accident’. It’s a conspiracy, and once the truth is out, it won’t just be him who’s getting implicated.”
“There’s no doubt that he bribed people,” Zachary replied. “Him passing out also goes to show how worried that it would be exposed.’
Tim nodded, held his gaze for a moment and asked, “What if he keeps paying US off?”
“Does he still have any money left?” Zachary asked in return.
Tim chuckled. “Oh, right-we did squeeze him dry.”
“But we’re going to expose him either way.”
Zachary’s words made his position very clear.
He was not just doing it for the perished as well, but also for Lulu.
It did not matter what Peter did in compromise-he would reveal Peter’s criminal gross negligence to the world!
Tim said, “I agree, and I will help you when the time comes. However, I want his office building when we split the spoils.”
It was certainly a nice place-one would not blame Peter for resorting to murder for that plot of land.
“Of course.” Zachary agreed to it right away, since he needed Tim’s help.
Naturally, he had done his homework on Tim before seeking his partnership -the man certainly had the resources to reopen an old case and renew the investigation, first by inciting online sentiment to pressure the authorities.
“All the best to our joint venture,” Tim said, raising a glass in salute. “Let’s toast with coffee for now.”
They had already squeezed Peter dry for money, after all.
As Zachary clinked glasses with Tim, Tim’s secretary entered. “The ambulance has arrived.”
“Let them do their work,” Tim said.
Meanwhile, Abigail had arrived at her new residence-a mansion up on the hill, near a body of water.
There was only a road up to the hill, and it was hidden within thick bamboo forests.
When they arrived, there were already three security perimeters set around the mansion, guarded by men 24/7.
Even if the guards slipped up and allowed someone in, the radar detector would pick up on the intruder and sound the alarm-nothing was getting in without permission.
Moreover, everything was prepared for their daily needs along with other necessities-Abigail could live there comfortably once she moved there.
It was spacious, and everything from the environment to the air was better than Rose Garden!
Mrs. Watson’s eyes widened. “This is such a good place, ma’am. When did you buy it?”
She actually thought that moving to this place was much nicer.
Abigail sat on the couch with Tommy in her arms and said, “Diarmuid arranged for it.”
Mrs. Watson’s eyes lit up. “I see. So Mr. Althoff still cares about you.”
“It’s just crocodile tears,” Sheryl growled. “That’s a man for you… Tommy is sick, and you’re still recovering from labor, but what did he do…?!”
She had been holding it in for a while now, and it all burst out-she swiped at a vase on the table!
Bang!
It shattered into a million pieces, its shards shattering everywhere!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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