The Protector

After making a phone call, Jon turned to them. “Have you perhaps been mistaken, Ms. Anabelle?” he asked with a smile on his face. “The only one-billion donation we’ve received is from Triple Group. There are no records of any contributions made by your company.”

“What the—what on earth are you talking about? That one billion came from Morris Group, but you wrote it off as Triple’s? What the hell is going on?”

Iris was so livid that she nearly cussed.

“Please calm down, Ms. Anabelle. We really have no records of any donation you’ve made.” Jon replied with a pretentious smile.

“Then tell me what this is!”

Iris slammed some documents of the donation made in front of Jon, along with the company’s proof of having set up the charity program.

Jon went through the documents and said in confusion. “This can’t be. How could these records be exactly the same as Triple Group’s? Even the charity program is completely identical! You wrote your own company’s name over Triple’s, didn’t you, Ms. Anabelle?”

Iris was about to go insane.

can they

they’re making it seem

conference. It was their money; what does it have to do with

the money

Iris suggested with a smirk. “Let’s head to the bank right away, Mr. Harvey. Then we can make some comparisons with your

a turn at the mention of the

began to ask, “Before that, may I ask why you donated the

help people in need, of course,”

of the Charity Association is to help others, and since we’ve achieved this goal, does it really matter who was the

acts of kindness in anonymity nowadays? Are you donating money just for the fame, or for an award or certificate? I’m really starting to question your motives now, Ms. Anabelle! Since it’s all about charity, does anything else matter as long as our goals are met? So what if the money

“You…”

rage flowed through her like

the goals

care about the fame