Chapter 925: Chapter 925: In Need of the Truth
The boss frowned, “Your own money? That’s not what you said when you bragged to the people around you before.”
The cleaner auntie stood up straight away, “I was just joking with them, who knew you would take it seriously? Who would be silly enough to just hand over two hundred thousand so easily.”
Indeed, without any agenda, who would be silly enough to just hand over two hundred thousand?
Seeing her stubborn refusal, the boss got a bit angry as well, a cleaner shouldn’t drag down his whole entertainnt venue.
“If you don’t tell the truth, we’ll hand you over to the police.”
The cleaner auntie paused for a mont upon hearing this, but still insisted stubbornly, “Are you guys done yet? What I said before was really all in jest, can’t you let soone joke around? Just let go, isn’t it enough that I quit working here? You can’t just keep holding here forever.”
The boss snorted coldly, “You signed a contract before. Even if you’re quitting, you have to follow the process.”
The cleaner auntie’s eyes rolled around in their sockets, appearing slick and sly, thinking about sothing, then she sat down with a thump, “Then let’s drag it out, because I don’t know anything anyway.”
Joseph Sanders’ face was very grim, “Fine, we won’t ask you about the two hundred thousand.”
Joseph Sanders took a cellphone out of his pocket, opened Zoey Sanders’ photo and placed it in front of the cleaner auntie, “You were cleaning in the restroom area from 9 to 10 the morning before yesterday, right? You didn’t see this girl?”
The cleaner auntie leaned over to take a look, her gaze flickered slightly, she hesitated, seemingly rembering sothing, but quickly shook her head, “No, I’ve never seen her, and I see so many people while cleaning that area every day, how could I rember.”
The cleaner’s eyes darting around made it obvious she wasn’t telling the truth.
Joseph Sanders’ expression darkened further, “What will it take for you to tell the truth?”
The cleaner curled her lip, “I’m already telling the truth.”
Joseph Sanders clenched his molars tightly, tightened his fist, and slamd it onto the wooden table.
With a “boom” sound, the cleaner auntie hurriedly backed away, her panicked eyes nervously fixated on Joseph Sanders.
“You? What are you doing? You want to hit soone? I’m telling you, I know you have power and influence, but… but I’m not afraid of you, if you dare hit , I’ll call the police, go on and hit if you dare.”
This cleaner auntie took the stance of, if you dare touch , I’ll make a scene, extrely audacious.
Wyatt Lewis sneered, “You can try calling the police, see if they arrest you or us.”
Joseph Sanders slightly raised his eyebrow, stood up, and signalled for the bodyguard to co in. He whispered sothing by the bodyguard’s ear, who quickly left.
The cleaner auntie was sowhat frightened, shrinking into the corner of the sofa, her eyes darting around nervously.
But she still dared not speak, not only because of that two hundred thousand but also because the person who gave her the money threatened her that if she dared speak about what she saw that day, she wouldn’t know how to handle it; she feared implicating her family, of course, she dared not say anything.
The cleaner now wished she could slap herself hard, she shouldn’t have bragged about receiving two hundred thousand, then there wouldn’t be all this trouble.
Half an hour passed without Joseph Sanders and the others speaking, just staying quietly.
And the cleaner was already so scared she was drenched in sweat, continuously wiping her forehead with tissues, her eyes swirling.
She really couldn’t withstand such fear and anxiety, with a pained face, she asked, “What do you guys want so I can leave? I said I don’t know anything, I really don’t know, what do you want to say?”
Aria Richardson slowly shook her head, “Auntie, if you really don’t know anything, then why are you so nervous?”
“I… I’m not nervous, where did you see nervous?” As she spoke, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her hand again.
Aria Richardson and Wyatt Lewis exchanged a glance, actually, the answer was already evident, this cleaner saw sothing at the ti, and to silence her, soone gave her two hundred thousand as hush money.
At this mont, the bodyguard brought in two people.
“Mom.”
The people the bodyguard brought in were a little girl and a middle-aged man.
The cleaner on the sofa suddenly had a drastic change in expression.
Once she reacted, her emotions imdiately beca agitated, “What exactly do you want? Why bring my family here?”
Joseph Sanders didn’t answer her.
Another bodyguard brought in a briefcase, “Young Master Sanders, here’s what you wanted.”
Joseph Sanders gently lifted his chin.
Under Joseph Sanders’ gaze, the bodyguard placed the briefcase on the wooden table, and with a click, opened it.
As the briefcase opened, the cleaner and her family gasped in unison.
The cleaner’s eyes glead as she stared at the suitcase full of money.
Joseph Sanders looked at the cleaner, taking out the photos again and placing them on the table, Aria Richardson also took out Emma Winton’s and Chloe Woods’ photos, and placed them all in front of the cleaner.
The cleaner auntie’s face stiffened.
Joseph Sanders said coldly, “I can give you double the money, your family is here, can you speak now?”
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