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Chapter 1208: Chapter 1208: The Imperial Treasury
"Brother-in-law."
Seeing Julius Reed walk out of the office, Finnegan Springs hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "It was my fault just now; please don’t take it to heart. When we get back, I’ll give Branley a good talking-to."
Julius Reed didn’t bother with him and walked away directly.
The call was from Templeton Lena.
It must have been something important.
"Nelson, you talk to him. After all, we’ll all be one family in the future. Today was my fault! In a few days, I’ll host a banquet in your honor," Finnegan Springs said with an awkward smile as he turned to apologize to Nelson.
"Let’s talk later."
Nelson replied perfunctorily and turned to walk into the office.
She was curious about what Julius Reed and her foster mother had actually discussed.
Whatever it was, it was like meeting the parents.
At the end of the corridor,
Julius Reed pulled out his phone and pressed the answer key.
"Mad Dragon! Just as you suspected, the Donovan Family Group has indeed had a massive outflow of funds, to a shell company owned by one boss with a few employees."
Templeton Lena’s voice came from inside, "That boss isn’t well-known in Star City, but nearly half of the Donovan Family’s profits have flowed into his account."
He was from a secret agent background, and for him, investigating this matter was simple.
Although the Donovan Family was a top-tier family, it still seemed somewhat naive facing the people from the martial world.
"Give me an address."
After Julius Reed hung up the phone, he leapt from the tall building.
During his descent, he texted Nelson.
Telling her he needed to leave first due to some matters.
Then, with a forward roll, he disappeared from the premises of the Donovan Family.
...
Star City.
Royal Dragon Entertainment Club.
A slightly overweight middle-aged man lay on the bed in a luxurious suite, wearing a bathrobe. 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
In his hand, he clutched a phone.
And a very attractive blonde woman, dressed in a negligee thin as gossamer, knelt on the bed, massaging the man’s feet.
"Mr. King, please rest assured, I will arrange the funds as soon as possible, not delaying the boss’s big plans. Tomorrow afternoon, the Donovan Family will transfer the money as scheduled, and I am urging the other six families as well."
The fat man made a video call, holding the phone.
"Dominic, the boss trusts your work. But this time, it’s really not like before," said a young man in a suit on the screen.
The young man sat on a chair, his back against a wall adorned with dragon patterns!
It glittered with gold!
"I understand!" the fat man waved his hand, and the woman immediately placed the quilt under him.
Leaning back on the quilt, the fat man seemed much more comfortable.
"But this time, the boss’s demands are indeed too high. Previously, the Donovan Family alone could satisfy our needs. But now, the boss has tripled the demand. With such a vast amount of capital needed, I genuinely require some time."
He sighed, his face showing difficulty.
"I don’t want to hear this," the youth said displeasedly on the video, "Dominic, I know exactly how many kickbacks you’ve taken over the years, and so does the boss! if you disappoint the boss this time, you know the consequences!"
"Mr. King, please rest assured! I will arrange it as fast as I can!"
Hearing this, Dominic immediately broke into a cold sweat.
"Branley Sinclair is currently at the Royal Court; I’ll talk to her to see if the Donovan Family can provide more funds. The rest is up to your capability."
Thump!
With that, the video call was disconnected.
"Damn it!"
Dominic wiped the sweat from his forehead with his bathrobe, feeling utterly lost.
"Where am I supposed to get so much money!"
He put the phone on the bed, his mind in turmoil.
Last night, Dominic received a call from the young Mr. King in that video, asking him to transfer money to the Royal Court account as soon as possible.
But it had been less than half a month since the last transfer.
Dominic was only responsible for laundering money, not creating it.
The youth had threatened him, forcing him to find money.
Dominic knew the Royal Court was dissatisfied with him.
Ever since he’d taken over this task, he had skimmed off countless amounts of money.
Compared to the amount mentioned by the youth, it was still somewhat more.
It was clear what Royal Court meant.
Either cough up the money he had pocketed, or his life was on the line.
So much money!
It pained Dominic just thinking about it!
He wanted to flee, escaping far away with the money.
The money was enough for him to squander for ten lifetimes!
But already, several bodyguards planted by the King had been closely monitoring him.
"Get out!"
Watching the woman in front of him massaging his feet, Dominic Pendleton felt inexplicably irritable.
"Get out now!"
He grabbed a pillow and hurled it violently!
"Yes..."
The woman jumped to the ground in panic and quickly left.
Now, only Dominic Pendleton was left in the room.
"You guys are really cruel! Making me work for nothing all these years, now you’re killing the chicken to get the eggs!"
He had been laundering money for the royal court and knew a bit about its affairs.
It was said.
The owner of the royal court, also referred to by Mr. King’s young man as the boss, was preparing to leave Star City for the East.
Once the royal court left, Dominic Pendleton would lose his usefulness.
He swallowed money for three years and hadn’t even had a chance to spend it, but now he had to spit it all out!
But, he had no choice.
He was well aware of the royal court’s methods.
A slight carelessness would leave him with no remains!
"What about considering working with me?"
Just then.
A voice came from above his head.
"Get out! Work with my ass..."
Dominic Pendleton hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly realized something was wrong!
He quickly jumped up from the bed!
His face filled with panic.
His right hand reached under the quilt and pulled out a box of hidden weapons.
He lifted it swiftly!
"Who are you! How did you get in!"
Seeing the young man standing by the bed, Dominic Pendleton’s head was covered in sweat.
How could a stranger have entered the room without him noticing?
This was the nineteenth floor!
And the windows were still closed.
Outside, there were bodyguards arranged by Mr. King.
"I heard everything you said."
Julius Reed, with his hands behind his back, said indifferently, "Work with me, and you might just save your life."
After receiving the location sent by Templeton Lena, he quickly arrived here.
And he ran up to the nineteenth floor along the wall!
After entering through the window, he silently closed the window again.
At that time, Dominic Pendleton was worrying about the royal court’s affairs, and Julius Reed’s movements were very light.
He hadn’t noticed at all.
"Someone come!"
Dominic Pendleton instinctively stepped back and shouted loudly.
The man in front of him made him afraid.
The door burst open.
Two bodyguards rushed in rapidly.
These two were skilled, the surveillance agents Mr. King had arranged to watch him.
Swoosh!
Dominic Pendleton just felt a blur in front of him, and his hand was empty.
The dart he had held was now in Julius Reed’s hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two shots.
The bodyguards quickly fell into pools of blood.
Dead with one dart.
"Mr. Pendleton, it seems you don’t really want to talk properly," Julius Reed said as he closed the door and tossed the box of hidden weapons to the floor, walking straight over.
"You... are you human or a ghost..."
Dominic Pendleton’s face turned pale, and his throat kept twitching.
He had personally seen how strong the two dead men were.
How could they be so easily defeated!
"I’m obviously human. But you, you might turn into a ghost."
Julius Reed walked over with a smile.
But that smile, in Dominic Pendleton’s eyes, was extraordinarily eerie.
"Do you know what it feels like for birds flying in the sky?"
Before Julius Reed finished speaking, his right hand directly grabbed Dominic Pendleton’s head and violently smashed it against the window!
