My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

She nodded and looked at me. "Also, I have had someone to investigate Arnold's wife. She's been a housewife for the past few years and she pretty much doesn't have the time nor ability to run a large-scale farm. Furthermore, the farm was actually bought by Arnold for over 100,000 dollars in a remote mountain village. He only threw some chickens in there and found a local old man to watch over the place. He hasn't cared for it in decades."

I roughly understood what she meant by this. To put it bluntly, the farm was just a smokescreen. There might be no income at all, and the farm's accounts were used for transactions between Arnold and these businessmen.

No wonder Charles had never been able to find anything after investigating for so long. Arnold had made it very complex.

After a pause, I looked at her and asked, "Are there any transaction records between Valerie and this company?"

Kelsey shook her head and explained, "No, Valerie is very meticulous. There's no need for a company under her name to cooperate with a farming company, so she transferred all the money through Michael!" "Under what name did Michael transfer money to Arnold?" The company Michael worked for was an audit company. Although they could be in contact with all companies, all the transactions would be outputs rather than inputs. It would be illogical for them to transfer money to a farming company!

also thought about that at first. Later, I found out that Michael owns the Frozen Livestock Company. Thus, no matter how large the sum of money transferred

we had learned about it now, it would still be difficult to convict Arnold. After all, these were seemingly

this, I was afraid that there was no way to

starting with Michael. He doesn't seem to be very loyal

help but ask curiously. "Who else did

sure, but I recently found that someone spread the video of how Valerie climbed up the corporate ladder when she was young. There were quite a few, and there were a lot of people involved. By the

and put away all the documents that she had given me. Then I looked at her and said sincerely, "Thank you

sip of coffee and then said, "You don't have to thank me. You've helped me deal with Calvin, and so I'll help you with your problems. This is basic courtesy, no gratitude needed." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

I didn't say much either. We only chatted for a