Annabelle accepted the glass of red wine from her bodyguard and took an elegant sip. "So, can you read what's on this? If not, I can translate it for you."
Landon Sheffield stared at Annabelle in terror. Though he tried to feign composure, he was anything but calm. "What do you mean by this?"
Annabelle smiled gracefully, slowly swirling the red wine in her glass. "If I were to hand this document over to the prosecutor's office, how many years do you think President Sheffield would spend in prison?"
Landon Sheffield's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Don't think this little trick will get you that two billion. I may have taken bribes, but your father's hands aren't clean either! We're in the same boat. If I go down, he's finished too!"
