3: 15 in the afternoon. Atlanta Educator Building. Inside the office on the ninth floor.
Two figures were entangled by the desk.
"I can't, Mr. Chairman. This is the office. We'll be seen."
"What's wrong with you? My dear, this isn't the first time. My personal assistant is outside. He's very reliable. "
"I really can't. My husband is going home today. Let's do it another day, okay? I don't want him to notice anything. Also, Lorain Elementary School is organizing a tour of our building in the afternoon. "
"Hey! B * tch, that's not what you said when I sponsored you to buy that car. As for the elementary school students, it's still early. "
Klaus Arnold impatiently used his strength and tore off a large piece of clothing.
But in the next moment, the wooden door outside the office was hammered heavily by someone, making a series of 'clang clang' sounds.
"Mr. Chairman, something happened outside. I want you to see it for yourself."
Arnold's face was instantly filled with anger. But after a moment of hesitation, he let go of the woman in his arms who had already given up resisting and strode behind the door.
"Casey! You better give me a reasonable reason. Otherwise, I'll definitely deduct your bonus. I mean what I say — "
When Klaus Arnold unlocked the door, his voice stopped abruptly. Because in front of him, his assistant Casey's face was as pale as a sheet. There wasn't a single trace of blood.
"What's going on? Why do you look like that? What happened? "
"Boss, you have to see the political news from Southern Cable TV."
Casey dragged the chairman of the Atlanta Board of Education to another office. There was a television playing there. Kloe Arnold glanced at the top right corner and saw that it was Southern Cable Television Station.
His gaze was quickly attracted by the content of the program. Then, his pupils gradually contracted and the blood on his face slowly receded.
"So, is the situation really like what Whistleblower A said? That the education subsidy for the disabled was embezzled? Are the accounts and video information provided by Mr. A true? Next, we interviewed Ms. Russell (pseudonym). She's a middle manager in the Atlanta Educator Board. She knows the inside story of the Board. "
"So it's true? Ms. Russell? "
"Yes, I witnessed it with my own eyes. Every year, the Atlanta government allocated 230 million gold duns as an education subsidy for the disabled, but one-third of it was misappropriated, while the other one-third fell into the pockets of the gluttons. I even have evidence to prove that Klaus Arnold used his authority to control the purchase of educational materials and earned at least forty million gold duns. "
"They've even colluded with the FBI. The current Atlanta Comptroller, Ms. Elizabeth Isolte, has sent letters to the FBI three times. Have them investigate the corruption of the Atlanta Board of Education. But it all came to nothing. They believed that Mr. Arnold was innocent, and that some one was framing and discrediting the honest gentleman. "
"There's nothing we can do. My colleagues and I can't sit back and watch the future of those disabled students be swallowed."
"I've sent the evidence I've collected to the Georgia Post, the Atlanta Daily Worker, and the Atlanta Daily Telegraph. They said they'll publish it in today's special edition in the media's responsibility. Besides, if the time is right, I will come forward, I mean under my real name. "
At this time, Klaus Arnold's hands were already trembling.
"Find her! Find this woman named Russell! And that informant A — "
Arnold roared like a tyrant. Then, he quickly returned to his office and dialed someone's mobile phone.
"Have you seen the political news on Southern Cable Television? If not, you can ask around as soon as possible. Mandiwen, you have to help me this time. You'd better suppress this matter as soon as possible. Otherwise, we're all done for. Yes! We're done for. I'm done for. Don't even think about it, Mandiwen! "
Mandiwen Ferguson, who had received the call, was on his way back to the Ferguson News Building in his Norfolk Shield limousine.
"Southern Cable Television?"
He asked the driver to turn on the television in the car, but the program was already coming to an end.
So, Mandiwen Ferguson made another call. Then, he was stunned.
"You're saying that Southern Cable Television's program today will expose Arnold and the corruption of the Board of Education? What's the specific content? "
"Educational subsidies for the disabled and the purchase of educational materials? Do they have evidence? "
"The Georgia Post is also involved, right?"
At this time, Mandiwen Ferguson's aura was cold and particularly irritable. He turned his head and ordered his assistant, "Get someone to buy the special editions of the Georgia Post, Atlanta Daily Laborer, and Atlanta Daily Telegraph. They should have published it by now. I want to see them when I return to the Ferguson News Building. "
"Understood!"
The female assistant reminded him with a serious expression, "Boss, the current situation is very unusual. Firefly Media and the Flag Hunting Group behind them have always been very happy working with us. Why would they suddenly make things difficult for us this time? Also, if it's really the Flag Hunting Group, I'm afraid this storm won't end so easily. "
"Of course it's unusual. Someone is targeting me! And it's a direct hit. "
Mandiwen Ferguson snorted coldly. Then, he made another call. This time, he called the CEO's office of Firefly Media.
"Mr. Noah, I want to ask, what's going on with the news on Southern Cable Television today? I want to know, what are you guys thinking? Flag Hunting Group — "
After the call went through, Mandivan spoke in a cold voice. However, he was stunned once again. An elegant yet cold female voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
"Stop for a moment, okay? This has nothing to do with the Flag Hunting Group, Mr. Ferguson. "
"Nannette Drew?"
Mandiwen Ferguson recognized the owner of the voice in an instant. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Looks like the situation with Firefly Media has changed beyond my expectations, right?"
"Just a few days ago, this media company was fully purchased by our boss for 590 million gold duns."
Nannette Drew's voice was cold. "Then, my boss asked me to send his regards. He also wants me to ask you, are you ready to pay the price? Mr. Ferguson? The war between us starts now. "
After saying the last sentence, Nannette Drew did not wait for his reply and hung up the phone.
On the other end of the phone, Mandiwen Ferguson was in a daze. When he came to, his right hand uncontrollably tightened, and the mobile phone in his hand was crushed into pieces!
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