I got into the car and called Jason Miller directly.
He didn’t answer the first ti, nor the second.
I kept calling, and finally, he picked up on the third try.
"What is it? I’m busy!" Jason Miller sounded very impatient as soon as he answered.
"Busy with what? Have you also been taken away by the tax authorities for investigation?" I got straight to the point.
Jason Miller was stunned, then feigned ignorance, "What do you an?"
"Ha——" I sneered, not believing he didn’t know about being taken by the tax authorities this morning.
"Jason Miller, you really screwed over, and now I’m coming to settle accounts with you."
"Outrageous! What kind of daughter calls her father by his na?" Jason Miller was still putting on airs.
"Do you see as your daughter? Are you worthy of being my father? Calling you a beast would be an insult to those words."
"Lily Miller! Don’t go too far. After all, I’m the one who raised you!"
"Fine, in gratitude for your upbringing, I’m bringing you a big gift today—tell , where are you, so I can deliver it personally."
Jason Miller fell silent, obviously a bit wary, but perhaps he was too eager to see in misery, or maybe he just wanted to humiliate further. After so hesitation, he finally agreed, "16th floor of Building B, International Trade, Syland Trade."
I understood imdiately, "A new company?"
"None of your business."
I let out a cold laugh, hung up the phone, and then quickly made several calls.
When I arrived at the building, I asked four security guards to co up with , "Wait outside for now, no need to show up, but stay alert. If I’m in danger, rush in. Don’t worry, today counts as overti, triple pay, and if you get injured on duty, all dical and emotional damage expenses will be fully covered."
"President Miller, don’t worry, we know what to do."
"Good."
The elevator doors opened, I stepped out, and as I turned around, I saw directly across the way four large, gold-plated characters shining brightly—Quadalon Trade.
Tsk, Jason Miller’s trick of escaping danger was really sothing.
He emptied out the old company and re-erged with renewed vigor.
But it’s fine, seeing his new company looking quite grand, with ample funds, I unexpectedly felt more at ease.
Because only this way does he have enough capability to handle the ss he left behind.
If he was penniless and deep in debt, then I would really have to worry about being dragged down by him.
I walked in, and no one paid any attention to ; the employees were all busy with their own tasks.
I asked soone and finally found out where Jason Miller’s office was.
As I reached the door, just as I was about to push it open, I suddenly heard voices inside.
My mind turned, and I imdiately took out my phone, turned on the recording, and pressed it against the door.
"Letting her go to jail would be too light; Sophie can’t co back to life, soone should just hit her with a car! Then we can take over her company! You’re her real dad, and if she dies, wouldn’t all her assets be yours?"
This was Shirley Turner’s voice, laced with tears, each word dripping with malice.
I couldn’t help but frown.
Is she even human?
Wants dead?
Jason Miller advised, "You’re crazy! Do you think killing soone won’t result in paying with your life? Besides, she hasn’t divorced Adrian Gordon yet. If she dies, the fashion company is more likely to end up with Adrian than us!"
"But I just can’t accept it! Why should the daughter I raised with so much effort die, while she goes on living better and better? She’s a scourge, must have jinxed Sophie to death!"
"Alright, aren’t I trying to help you get revenge?"
"What do you an help ? Wasn’t Sophie your biological daughter?"
"Alright, alright, calm down. She’s coming to see soon; do you want to go back first?"
"I’m not leaving, I want to see her miserable, defeated state! Before, for Sophie, I got down on my knees to beg her, and she didn’t react. Today I want her to kneel and kowtow to ! Otherwise, I’ll send her to prison!"
The door suddenly swung open, and I walked in with a cold smile, announcing, "Kneeling and kowtowing is for paying respects to the dead—are you, dear stepmother, deciding to generously offer your life today to accompany your treasured daughter in the afterlife?"
The door hit the wall with a loud bang, startling both of them.
As they turned and saw , Shirley Turner’s frightened face instantly twisted into anger, "Lily Miller, who are you cursing?"
"Whoever wants to kneel and kowtow, I’m cursing them."
"You—" Shirley Turner pointed at , too angry to speak, and rushed forward to slap .
I grabbed her wrist, forcefully pushed it away, and turned to Jason Miller, "I ca to bring you a gift, and this is how you treat ?"
Jason Miller looked at his wife, "Shirley, stop it! Let’s hear what she has to say."
Shirley Turner spat venomously, turned around, and sat back on the sofa.
"What gift are you bringing?" Jason Miller asked.
I glanced around his office, then walked to the single seat in the lounge area and sat down.
"The gift is still on the way, we can talk about other things first."
"What do you want to talk about?"
I looked at him and said calmly, "About whether or not you’re going to turn yourself in."
"Heh—" Jason Miller laughed, putting on an act for Shirley Turner, "Did you hear what she said? She told to turn myself in."
After the mockery, Jason suddenly turned serious, "Lily Miller, if you have nothing better to do, get lost! Don’t get in my way."
I ignored his attitude, speaking thodically, "In the years you’ve been running Zephanor Trading Company, don’t you rember how many illegal things you’ve done?"
"If you don’t rember, I’ll remind you slowly."
"You’ve conducted multiple fraudulent transactions with supply chain companies, involving charges of contract fraud, tax evasion, and money laundering. From what I understand, your company is also involved in so international trade, which is likely in violation of laws in other countries, facing international litigation and sanctions—are you not planning to turn yourself in for all these charges?"
As I calmly laid out the details, Shirley Turner’s angry and sullen expression gradually changed.
Once I finished speaking, she turned to Jason Miller, looking noticeably flustered.
Jason, however, remained composed, angrily saying, "You’re just making things up, where’s the evidence? Who would believe you without evidence?"
"The evidence is on its way."
As I said this, my phone rang.
"Hello, Ms. Woods, you arrived? Yeah, 16th floor, co on up—"
After hanging up, I looked at him, "The big gift I prepared for you has arrived."
Ms. Woods used to be the deputy director of the finance departnt at Zephanor Trading Company but was demoted to the custor service departnt six months ago for refusing to collude with Jason Miller.
After becoming the second-largest shareholder of Zephanor Trading Company, knowing that Jason was plotting against , I made every effort to collect evidence of his illegal activities.
I not only found Ms. Woods but also suppliers who had fallen out with Jason and partners he owed money to.
In addition, I contacted a lawyer.
A few minutes later, a group of six or seven people appeared at Jason Miller’s new company. The boss he owed money to barged in, cursing him for being a debtor with money to pay but refusing to settle, threatening to apply to the court for enforcent.
I let them make a fuss first, while I got so docunts from Ms. Woods and handed them to the lawyer for review.
After reviewing, the lawyer said seriously, "This definitely calls for criminal responsibility. Even if you pay the back taxes and accept penalties, it only settles the tax issue."
I nodded and took back the docunts.
"Alright everyone, let’s calm down," I raised my voice to quell the commotion, stepping forward to present the evidence in my hand, "Father, aren’t you asking for evidence? Here it is—"
Jason Miller, having just finished an argunt and still red-faced, grabbed for the docunts in my hand without even looking closely.
I didn’t avoid it and let him take them.
Furiously, he ripped them all to shreds imdiately, "I don’t know what this stuff is, but I haven’t done anything wrong!"
I shrugged slightly, "It’s fine, I have more here. Keep going, and when you’re tired of tearing them up, we can discuss how to settle this."
I took another set from Ms. Woods and willingly handed it over to him.
Jason glared at , his eyes fierce and his face twitching with rage, "Lily Miller! You’re so vicious! I’m your father, and you’re framing like this!"
"Who’s framing whom?" I retorted, exposing them further, "You two were just discussing how to get rid of and take over my company—now you accuse of framing you?"
"You’re lying! Slandering us!" Shirley Turner charged at , spewing curses.
I took out my phone, played the recorded conversation at full volu.
In the silent room, their dialogue was crystal clear—
"Getting her in jail would be easy. Sophie can’t co back, a car should just run her over! Then take her company! You’re her father, if she dies, all her assets would be yours."
Everyone present frowned, murmuring in reprimand.
Shirley Turner flushed red, panting as if she was going crazy, and suddenly rushed at .
I quickly stepped back, and two security guards caught her, restraining her.
"Lily Miller! You’re so insidious! You’ll die a horrible death! We’re family, and you want to destroy us all, you’ll be punished!" Shirley struggled and lashed out like a shrew, but the security guards held her firmly.
Jason Miller, realizing his doom was near, looked around hurriedly and started insulting Ms. Woods, "Vivian Woods, you’ve worked for for six years, haven’t I treated you well? And you still frad ?"
"And you! You! If it weren’t for making you rich, could you have your lives today? Now you all turn your backs on !"
The people Jason scolded were not convinced, each with their own grievances, and the argunt rose again.
Amid the shouting, soone started smashing up the office in anger.
I frowned tightly, quickly withdrew to a safe spot, and called the tax bureau report line, followed by 110 for the police.
"Ms. Woods, Mr. Grant, please calm down. The police and tax enforcent are on their way, let them handle it," I called out to the enraged crowd after making the calls.
Upon hearing I’d called the police, Jason Miller aid his anger at .
But before he could reach , two more security guards around stopped him in his tracks.
"Lily Miller, you dream of taking down!" Jason didn’t seem to have a plan, but he was still boasting at this ti.
"Well, dreams can co true," I replied lightly.
Very soon, the police and tax officers arrived, "Who reported this?"
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