309 It's all a play, the truth of that year (7 updates)

Everyone was afraid to even breathe heavily,

fearful of missing the slightest piece of useful information.

But Iva Payne sneered, "In the end, you still have no evidence!"

"But in my hands, I have evidence of you misappropriating company assets, even selling family treasures, Iva Payne. Actions speak louder than words, and even if there's no concrete proof in this matter, I can still send you to jail."

"Dad, the painting by Gogh you bid on from abroad more than a decade ago—costing over thirty million at the time—must be worth well over a hundred million now."

"You can go back and see if that painting is still there."

He looked at Mr. Payne, speaking in too much detail.

And involving a huge amount of money.

Iva Payne rushed in front of him and slapped him across the face.

"Jovan Gonzalez, you bastard!"

"You owe your success to me. How could you do this to me?"

"I am your wife, and now you stab me in the back?"