Chapter 159

"That day, I happened to hear you say it unintentionally. I never thought Lawrence treated you so well, allowing you to freely use all the funds under his name. However, the flow needs to be justified. If it's transferred to me, Lawrence can reclaim it. But if it's transferred to the company he cooperates with, then it's legal."

Winnie widened her eyes in panic.

Since when had her uncle planned this step?

Was it from the day they first met when he heard her mention the black card? That's when he had these malicious intentions! That's why he established an overseas company in collaboration with Lawrence.

He had a contract with her signature and wanted her to transfer Lawrence's assets to the overseas company...

"No, Uncle, you can't do this."

But Elliott placed the black card on the card reader, allowing the bank president to operate it.

"No!" Winnie stared at Lawrence's face on the TV, desperately shouted, "You can't swipe away his liquid assets at this moment! You can't! That's the fund he needs to overcome difficulties! Uncle, this is pure plunder!"

However, the bank president immediately swiped the black card.

Elliott tightly pinched her index finger to swipe her fingerprint.

Winnie held onto her finger with all her strength, her whole body trembling violently on the chair. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart by a knife. She couldn't leave her fingerprint, she couldn't sign. She didn't want to bankrupt Lawrence. They had a future together, they could still go on...

But Uncle forcefully pressed her index finger on the fingerprint pad.

The swiping was done.

Dozens of documents were generated, requiring her signature one by one.

"Uncle, stop, this is illegal deprivation! I beg you, I love him, I don't want to harm him, please, please don't...!"

But Elliott grabbed her trembling hand tightly and forced her to scribble on the documents.

She fought desperately, but her body was immobilized. She felt like a walking corpse, signing her own name that brought her to tears.

Every stroke was like a cut. She knew they would soon be inflicted on Lawrence's body.

In the morning, she thought everything between them was clear, and they could love each other. She was so happy, brimming with hope.

But now, her uncle had shattered her hope himself. That black card, which he had upgraded to show his sincerity and love for her, how could he break her heart like this?

Tears streamed down Winnie's face as she shook her head in despair. "Uncle, you might as well let me die now."

"You better realize early on that you cannot be with him! This is what you should do! This is our Granger family's money!" Elliott insisted, pressing her to sign.

A man named Alan walked over and calculated, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Over four hundred billion US dollars, and its liquid capital. My brother is truly wealthy."

Winnie was stunned, her tear-streaked face turning pale as paper, veins visible. She couldn't seem to understand what this man was saying. Brother?

At the Kingdom Estates Company, Lawrence concluded the meeting, successfully silencing the investing companies. He furrowed his brow as he walked into his office.

The PR department sought his advice, "Mr. Rodriguez, the news is still spreading. Do you need to visit the boss who jumped off the building in the hospital?"

"No need," Lawrence replied. "Call Bryan in."

Bryan burst into the room without waiting at the door, followed by the Chief Financial Officer of Imperial Financial Group. Both of their faces were ashen.

Lawrence wanted to know who had bribed the man who jumped. His gaze turned icy as he pursed his lips and asked, "What happened?"

"Mr. Rodriguez! Imperial Financial Group is in trouble. I just gathered all the cash from the financial consortium for settlement, but suddenly, over four hundred billion US dollars of liquid capital was swiped from the consortium. The assets have been transferred overseas, and we froze them immediately. However, since its Global Starlight Bank, we can't make a claim, and the funds have already entered the other company's account."

Lawrence's throat tightened. He knew very well that the figure of over four hundred billion US dollars was the total liquid capital of Imperial Financial Group.

"Who stole it?" A chilling aura emanated from his cold gaze.

Bryan turned pale, his fingers trembling, unable to speak.

Lawrence suddenly stood up, his 6'2" figure towering in the office, exerting immense pressure like Benjamin.

He swept the documents off the desk.

Bryan felt like he was falling apart, trembling all over, unable to utter a word. He had never found it so difficult to speak; his whole body froze.

"It... it was Mrs. Rodriguez," he finally managed to say.

Lawrence paused, his lips curling slightly. "Nonsense. Oh, by the way, bring her back from her uncle's place."

Bryan couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the CEO's expression. That cold countenance instantly pierced his heart like a knife, and he tremblingly placed the bank receipt on the table.

"It really was Mrs. Rodriguez... Mr. Rodriguez, the black card can bankrupt you. We need her fingerprint and signatures..."

"Names, tens of them, all present!"

Lawrence glanced at the printed documents, speechless. The man's remarkably handsome face froze like stone.

His icy gaze pierced the air like countless arrows.

Motionless, he was consumed by a chilling aura, as if sculpted from ice.

Bryan felt uneasy. Mr. Rodriguez had to compensate Mrs. Rodriguez with $120 billion.

But Mrs. Rodriguez had also transferred all of Mr. Rodriguez's liquid assets, $400 billion.

Bryan couldn't believe it either!

Coming back to his senses, Lawrence asked expressionlessly, "Who bought out the CEO who jumped off the building?"

Looking at his indomitable figure, Bryan sensed an answer in his heart.

He voiced the answer, "Alan. Mr. Rodriguez, the overseas company you transferred $400 billion to, its legal representative is..."

Lawrence remained cold and devoid of any expression.

Bryan struggled and said, "It's Alan too, and Elliott is the second-largest shareholder."

"Elliott?" Lawrence pronounced the name, pausing for a while before smiling.

His slender and handsome hand, as cold as a sculpture, pressed onto the desk. He slightly lowered his head, a profile so handsome that it could suffocate any woman.

His voice sounded weary, "Call Mrs. Rodriguez."

"I already did, but couldn't reach her."

"Then find her!" The man's roar silenced the entire room.

Bryan could sense the chilling hostility in his words. Mrs. Rodriguez and Alan were involved, like a knife tearing Mr. Rodriguez apart.

And what role did her uncle Elliott play?

The weather was dark and gloomy, and the troubles facing the Kingdom Estates were intensifying.

19 invested companies had gathered at night, knowing full well that Lawrence held all the power, controlling the economy of Lymington. When he promised compensation, it would surely be delivered.

However, night fell, and the Kingdom Estates still hadn't produced the compensation contract.

The bosses anxiously awaited, and suddenly, someone leaked insider information: The Imperial Financial Group had transferred $400 billion in liquid assets, and Lawrence might face bankruptcy disasters with Imperial Jewelry and the Kingdom Estates!

$400 billion in liquid cash, which was an astronomical figure!

If a consortium could come up with that much liquid cash, they must be truly wealthy!

But where did it go? Can Lawrence no longer afford to compensate them?

The bosses felt deceived, flooding into the CEO's office, angrily accusing and demanding compensation.

The Kingdom Estates was packed with employees from these companies, and reporters rushed in to interview, creating a big fuss about the news of the Imperial Financial Group's cash transfer and their inability to compensate.