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What's up with Javon? Shouldn't he be running away right now? He should return to the company, clean the
accounts, and remove all evidence. Why isn't he running away? Could his legs have gone weak from the shock?
Such a coward.
At that thought, the crowd's expression changed gradually. If there was something wrong with the accounts of
Javon's company, then theirs would have the same problem, too.
If Zeke has a copy of our accounts...
Immediately, everyone's faces paled.
Somebody tried to sneak away before they were found out.
Unfortunately, a row of security guards suddenly showed up at the door and stopped them in their tracks.
They would be in deep trouble if they attracted the tax inspector's attention by trying to leave.
They could not afford to alert him unnecessarily.
Hence, they quickly pulled out their phones to give their secretaries a call to make changes to the accounts.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlas, only after they took out their phones did they realize there was no signal.
What the hell? How could a bustling district like this have no signal? There can only be one answer to this. Someone
must've installed a signal jammer. It must be Zeke's doing to prevent us from secretly contacting our employees.
That's why he purposely jammed our signals.
It was at that moment that they realized they were in deep trouble.
The person filled with most despair was Javon.
He could not understand how his perfectly healthy leg suddenly stopped moving no matter how hard he tried to
move it.
Another tax inspector shouted, “Who is Javon Zabinski of Javon's Cultural Development Corporation?”
Zeke smiled faintly. “Officers, that's him. He wanted to run away earlier, but I stopped him.”
The two officers flashed Zeke a polite smile. “Thank you.”
They helped Javon up. His leg was too numb that he could not stand.
One of the tax inspectors questioned coldly, “Javon, do you know why we are here for you?”
Javon feigned confusion. “Huh? I-I don't know. I've always abided by the law. You must've made a mistake.”
The tax inspector scoffed, “We've gone through your company's accounts and found that you've created tons of
fake bills to evade tax. You've really got some balls to do so.”
Javon gritted his teeth, denying, “This is a mistake. I've been framed. How could I possibly evade tax? Someone
must've set—”
The tax inspectors ignored his explanation and took him away by force.
Once again, everyone at the scene was puzzled.
They had thought that Zeke had invited the tax collectors to check their taxes.
To their surprise, they just left with Javon.
Thus, they figured Zeke did not go through their accounts and had no evidence against them.
With that thought in mind, they heaved a sigh of relief.
Zeke said, “Okay. Next.”
The suppliers exchanged glances. There was a long silence; no one dared to be the first.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShortly after, a skinny man stood up. “I'll go.”
Zeke glanced at him coldly. “Your name?”
The skinny man answered, “Martin Morales. My friends call me Mr. Morales.”
“Do you know with you telling me that I can eliminate every generation from your family?”
Martin sneered, “Oh, really? I'm so scared.”
Zeke snorted and pulled out a stack of documents, flipping through them.
Martin smiled with disdain. “Zeke, if you're trying to get me into trouble by going through my taxes, I think you
should give up on that idea. My brother-in-law works in the tax department. Even if there's something wrong with
my taxes, he'll help me deal with it.”
“You're overthinking it. You've committed too many crimes. Punishing you just for evading taxes is too easy for
you.”
Martin asked curiously, “Oh? What other tricks do you have, then?”
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