Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

"I've highlighted a few sections. You'll see what I mean when you get to those parts," Yolanda continued.

Blake took the proposal, feeling taken aback. He wore a frigid expression.

He skimmed through it before closing it and tossing it in the trash can next to his desk. "I'm not sure I follow. If you want to know more about the proposal, you should talk to the tech team at Henderson Group."

Yolanda sneered, "Oh? Alright, let me break it down for you. The prices in this bid look good on the surface, but if you cross-reference them with the latest industry standards, you'll see that a lot of the parts listed are out of date. I find it hard to believe that the general manager of Doxcon Group would miss such details during the bidding process.

"So, the real reason you chose this company was because they promised you a hefty kickback. And your so-called love for famous paintings? That was just a story you made up to deceive my father!"

Blake's expression hardened as he listened to Yolanda. "Well, aren't you brave for your age? Do you know that with just what you've said, I could sue you for defamation? Anyway, I don't have time for your nonsense. I won't pursue any charges if you get out of here right now!"

He still didn't take Yolanda seriously. He figured Harold had sent his daughter to voice these allegations to avoid direct conflict. However, Yolanda was merely a high school student—one he could scare off with a bit of bluster and a few empty promises about potential future collaborations.

"Do you honestly think I'd come here without any evidence?" Yolanda was unfazed when she realized he wasn't taking her seriously. Instead, she took out another sheet of paper and placed it on his desk. "Here, take a look at this."

"Look, kids should stick to what they do and stay out of adults' affairs. I advise you not to meddle in business matters!" He was about to crumple the paper and throw it in the trash, but when he glanced at the contents, his eyes widened in shock.

Then, he abruptly grasped the paper, rose from his seat, and demanded, "Where did you get this from? Tell me, right this instant!"

Looking at his fierce expression, Yolanda wasn't the slightest bit afraid. Instead, she found it amusing. "I'm sure you know what you've been up to better than I do."

The sheet of paper was a bank statement for Blake's account, detailing transactions from the past month. If this became public, it would blow the lid off his kickback scheme.

"This is ridiculous! I have no idea what you're talking about!" Blake roared, tearing the statement into shreds. "You'd better keep your mouth shut, or—"

Yolanda chuckled. "Or what? What's the worst you could do? Kill me?"

She found his threats as nothing more than a worn-out cliché from old crime films. She could easily dig up Blake's dirt with just a few keystrokes. Not only could she access his transaction records, but she could also track his call logs and driving routes with ease. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Should this information become public, Doxcon Group would definitely launch an investigation.

If other factions within the company who disliked him were to get hold of this information, it might draw the attention of the commercial crime investigation unit, potentially turning it into a criminal case. If that happened, what awaited him would be a lengthy prison term.

It was obvious that he was growing anxious, and his inability to keep his cool made Yolanda realize that his position at Doxcon Group wasn't as unassailable as he assumed.

"Don't make me resort to drastic measures!" His gaze hardened with a dangerous edge. While murder was out of the question, he had no qualms about having someone rough up Yolanda to shut her up.

"I'm giving you one last chance," he declared, leaning over the desk with his hands planted firmly on it, his eyes locked onto Yolanda. "Tell me where you got those transaction records and hand over the original document!"

Yolanda tilted her head, and the amusement in her eyes dimmed noticeably. "It looks like you still don't understand the situation you're in. You're not in a position to make demands. You have to do as I say."