And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 161

“Embezzlement, project diversion, corporate sabotage. Howard eyed Jarvis and Bainbridge with a steely gaze as he said, “Billions at stake. How many years behind bars do you reckon that’s worth?”

Bainbridge and Jarvis had plotted to set Gwendolyn up to take the fall. But now it seemned they were the ones headed for a stint in jail

Bainbridge and Jarvis tumed as pole as ghosts, their pupils shrinking in sheer panic.

“It’s all fake, these documents are forgeries! Bainbridge exclaimed desperately.

Howard kept his cool, his lips delivering icy words, “The evidence is irrefutable. You were planning to bleed Chadwick Group dry and start afresh”

“Larkin, show them the paper trail.”

“Sure.”

Larkin cast a pitying glance at Bainbridge and Jarvis before tossing the dossier onto the table before then.

Bainbridge snatched it up and as he read, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Every transaction was meticulously recorded with Jarvis‘ signature to seal their fate

Jarvis clenched his jaw, a fierce look in his eyes.

“I did all of this. It’s got nothing to do with Bainbridge. Every single transaction was signed by me and he didn’t know a thing” Jarvis was ready to throw himself under the bus to save his son

voice

these, Jarvis was looking at a decade or

you needs to take

the

fall.”

have anticipated Jarvis‘ sacrifice, but all for a good-for–nothing

or shall they come up to escort

a stab of pain in his chest as he stood, reining in his age. “I’ll go myself.”

Bainbridge followed him out, “Dad, we can pay back the money, maybe

stake fall into Howard. Otherwise, we

is too

Fear crept

moves were cunning and unpredictable.

The shares!” Jarvis didn’t have time for more words as the police took

twisted mask of rage, leaned against the cold wall,

The shares!

that word into his memory, heading straight for the underground parking and driving back to

holding a

eyed the bowl, struggling to speak, “Give it to

needed those shares, and Warren had to die.

gave a side glance, and pushed the bowl forward, “Well

the dark, thick brew