"But it’s too late..."
Sean Dalton felt a rising panic, "If I can’t co up with three hundred million, I’ll be facing prison ti."
"What?" Joan Graham thought she misheard.
Sean Dalton told her, "Mom, Justin Kingston has already acted against ! He says I’ve committed tax evasion and fabricated so evidence to ruin all my opportunities! I can no longer survive in the entertainnt industry, and I’m facing a three hundred million penalty."
Joan Graham’s face suddenly changed, panic quickly filling her eyes.
"Three hundred million is no small amount, this... can’t let your dad find out." She wanted to desperately protect her daughter’s image.
"You’re going to find Mr. Jennings, aren’t you?" Sean Dalton grabbed her mother’s shoulders, "To use his hand to kill Mia?"
"I told you, what I do is none of your business!" Joan Graham stared at her with disdain, "We’ll think of another way for the three hundred million, I have to go now, otherwise it’ll be too late!"
With that, Joan Graham pulled away her daughter’s hand and stepped towards the yard.
Sean Dalton knew her mother loved her... she didn’t want her to get involved, or even know about it.
But it was a matter of life and death, if Justin Kingston investigated, would he be able to trace Mr. Jennings?
Even though Mr. Jennings was elusive and had connections from many years in the field, he might not be a match for Justin Kingston.
Forget it, she couldn’t worry about so much!
In any case, Stella Dalton must die! It’s not bad if soone else is willing to act.
Sean Dalton cald down and started calling friends both inside and outside the industry to borrow money.
The ringing sounded, but no one picked up her calls.
"Damn it!!"
She realized everyone in her contacts knew about her situation, and she had no way out.
Yes, everyone received a text from Justin Kingston, telling them Sean Dalton would be arrested and wouldn’t be able to repay any borrowed money.
All of a sudden, everyone knew she was in trouble.
"Damn it!" Sean Dalton clenched her phone, raging, "This is humanity! A bunch of trash! Where were they when they wanted to curry favor with ? What kind of faces are those?"
At this mont, Butler Warren approached, noticing her distress and asked with concern, "Miss, what’s wrong? Did sothing happen?"
Sean Dalton snapped back, focusing her gaze on her, "Warren, how much do you have in private savings?"
"Huh?" Butler Warren was puzzled, the question seed off!
Miss Dalton lacked for nothing, was she short of money??
Sean Dalton furrowed her brow, impatiently asked, "I’m asking you?!"
"I-I-I have a hundred and eighty thousand." Butler Warren was startled by her.
Sean Dalton stomped her foot, that money wasn’t enough even to fill a gap in her teeth, "Forget it!" She turned and went upstairs.
Leaving Butler Warren utterly confused.
After breakfast, the Lamborghini departed from Erald Cove.
Old Chapman was driving, with Justin Kingston and Mia Lane seated in the spacious back.
Mia Lane hesitated for a mont, reached out to hold his hand, turned to look at him, "Can’t you not check the DNA between Dad and that little boy?"
"What are you worried about?" Justin Kingston’s voice was gentle, "Tell ."
"..." She couldn’t find the words.
Justin Kingston chuckled, "Are you worried about shaming your dad? Have you thought about it? Anyway, this child is not public, whether it’s true or not, outsiders won’t know."
"That’s true."
Justin Kingston wrapped her shoulders, softly asked, "Mia, be honest, aren’t you curious?"
Mia Lane didn’t answer, but she knew she couldn’t stop him.
Taking out two bottles of calming tonic, Justin Kingston inserted straws into them, handed one to her, "Drink up, don’t worry about these things anymore, I’ll soon help you resolve all troubles and make sure the bad guys get what they deserve."
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