I shrugged, keeping my face perfectly neutral.
— I got what I wanted from him. Whether it takes him three minutes or three days to die tied to that chair is no longer my problem.
The sound of heavy footsteps descending the metal stairs interrupted the conversation. Jhon appeared in the hallway, holding a tablet.
— Jun-ho — Jhon greeted me with a quick nod. — We have a legal problem. One of our transport companies is being accused of laundering and concealment by the prosecution. Someone leaked forged documents to force a government tax audit and freeze our accounts.
I narrowed my eyes. Any loophole now could be used by Gregory. Although he was quiet at the moment, I never trusted his silence.
— Find a way to fix this — I ran my hands through my hair, feeling irritation scratch at my patience. — That company is supposed to be clean. If it's not, bring me whoever is to blame.
