While Steven and Sonny were talking, a commotion erupted outside. "We’re from the Tax Department. We suspect your company is involved in tax evasion, and we’re here to conduct an investigation now!" The voice from outside made Steven's expression shift drastically. For a moment, he thought he misheard. But as the voices grew louder, he quickly stood and rushed out. In front of him, several men in uniforms presented their warrant. “Dad, why is the Tax Department here?” Sonny asked nervously, his face turning pale. He knew their financial records were far from clean. Steven took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and glanced at Sonny. “Don’t say a word.” He forced a friendly smile and greeted the officers warmly. “What seems to be the issue? Come inside, and we can talk in my office.” “Don’t interfere with our duties!” the tax team leader cut Steven off, his expression stern. “We have sufficient evidence. It would be wise to cooperate and follow our instructions.” Steven'

“Hello, Uncle, Auntie!” greeted Dr. Oz warmly. Dixon smiled slightly as Dr. Oz spoke casually with Diana's family. Diana and William were still surprised, but they quickly responded politely. “Hello!” they said, shaking Dr. Oz's hand. Yoruna looked confused, but she smiled along with them. They hadn’t expected this famous doctor to be so friendly with Dixon. Could he really have come from that Beggar Sect? Everyone was shocked and couldn’t immediately process it. “I’m good friends with Dixon. Back in the day, we were both homeless, and I almost starved to death. But Dixon shared half a loaf of bread with me...” Diana felt a sudden headache. Are all homeless people this strong? she thought. “Focus on my father-in-law’s legs,” Dixon said, his brow furrowed. Dr. Oz immediately shifted to a serious tone. “I’ve been preparing for this over the last two months. I’ve carefully reviewed all the information. I know exactly what procedure to perform. So, there’s no issue.” Hearing that

With the collapse of the illegal business circle in Reddof, the biggest obstacle to business progress in the area vanished. In just a few weeks, invitations for investors began pouring in. Billy and his associates had always made investing in Reddof difficult. They disrupted businesses, created problems, and forced people to either sell or give up. As a result, no one dared invest in the area. But now, things were starting to change. With no more interference, the opportunity to start businesses and grow in Reddof was greater than ever. Paulo had already spread the word that he welcomed anyone to start a business in Reddof and guaranteed that no one would cause them any trouble. Paulo's name carried a lot of weight now. The legal side had the government's backing, while the illegal business circle had someone keeping an eye on them—Dixon. This ensured that all investments and development would run smoothly. Reddof became a top investment choice overnight. Plus, the city already ha

"There's work to do," Dixon said to Paulo. *** At the factory, in the supervisor's office, Roger was tied to a chair. His hands and feet were bound tightly, and his mouth was gagged with a cloth. Yet, he made loud noises, struggling to break free. "Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll cut out your tongue!" snapped Sadam, the leader of the group. His sharp gaze was fixed on Roger. "I'm waiting for the CEO of Hamilton Group to come talk to me. Lewo wants this place. Even if he can’t get all of it, he's still after it." Not long after, Diana arrived at the factory and went straight to the supervisor’s office. Outside, Roger’s secretary looked anxious. "CEO Diana, they're inside!" the secretary said, his voice trembling, on the verge of tears. "Should we call the police?" "No," Diana shook her head. "I'll go in and assess the situation first." When Diana saw the injured security guards, their faces bruised from being beaten, she felt powerless. "CEO Diana, these men are

Lewo lowered the wine glass in his hand. “How many people did he bring?” “Just a dozen,” his subordinate answered hesitantly. Lewo paused for a moment, wondering if he had misheard. He had gathered three hundred men. “Just a dozen?” Lewo smirked coldly. “He really dares to show up with so few men? Does he think I won’t touch him?” He gave a sharp instruction, “Have them wait in the small room. I’ll deal with them when I’m finished here.” He wasn’t actually busy—this was just a tactic to show Paulo that his status was far below his. For Lewo, this meeting was a chance to make Paulo submit. As Lewo poured himself another glass of wine, thinking of what demands to make, someone kicked the door open. “What the hell?!” Lewo roared. Paulo strolled in with a calm smile. “Your men said you were busy, so I thought I’d check for myself. Turns out you were just busy drinking wine?” he mocked. Lewo’s anger flared. “Do you tired of living, Paulo?” Paulo remained composed. “We’r