Chapter 66: Chapter 66

I got into the car and called Jason Miller directly.

He didn’t answer the first time, nor the second.

I kept calling, and finally, he picked up on the third try.

"What is it? I’m busy!" Jason Miller sounded very impatient as soon as he answered.

"Busy with what? Have you also been taken away by the tax authorities for investigation?" I got straight to the point. Read full story at novelꜰire.net

Jason Miller was stunned, then feigned ignorance, "What do you mean?"

"Ha——" I sneered, not believing he didn’t know about me being taken by the tax authorities this morning.

"Jason Miller, you really screwed me over, and now I’m coming to settle accounts with you."

"Outrageous! What kind of daughter calls her father by his name?" Jason Miller was still putting on airs.

"Do you see me as your daughter? Are you worthy of being my father? Calling you a beast would be an insult to those words."

"Lily Miller! Don’t go too far. After all, I’m the one who raised you!"

"Fine, in gratitude for your upbringing, I’m bringing you a big gift today—tell me, where are you, so I can deliver it personally."

Jason Miller fell silent, obviously a bit wary, but perhaps he was too eager to see me in misery, or maybe he just wanted to humiliate me further. After some hesitation, he finally agreed, "16th floor of Building B, International Trade, Syland Trade."

I understood immediately, "A new company?"

"None of your business."

I let out a cold laugh, hung up the phone, and then quickly made several calls.

When I arrived at the building, I asked four security guards to come up with me, "Wait outside for now, no need to show up, but stay alert. If I’m in danger, rush in. Don’t worry, today counts as overtime, triple pay, and if you get injured on duty, all medical and emotional damage expenses will be fully covered."

"President Miller, don’t worry, we know what to do."

The elevator doors opened, I stepped out, and as I turned around, I saw directly across the way four large, gold-plated characters shining brightly—Quadalon Trade.

Tsk, Jason Miller’s trick of escaping danger was really something.

He emptied out the old company and re-emerged with renewed vigor.

But it’s fine, seeing his new company looking quite grand, with ample funds, I unexpectedly felt more at ease.

Because only this way does he have enough capability to handle the mess he left behind.

If he was penniless and deep in debt, then I would really have to worry about being dragged down by him.

I walked in, and no one paid any attention to me; the employees were all busy with their own tasks.

I asked someone and finally found out where Jason Miller’s office was.

As I reached the door, just as I was about to push it open, I suddenly heard voices inside.

My mind turned, and I immediately took out my phone, turned on the recording, and pressed it against the door.

"Letting her go to jail would be too light; Sophie can’t come back to life, someone should just hit her with a car! Then we can take over her company! You’re her real dad, and if she dies, wouldn’t all her assets be yours?"

This was Shirley Turner’s voice, laced with tears, each word dripping with malice.

I couldn’t help but frown.

Jason Miller advised, "You’re crazy! Do you think killing someone won’t result in paying with your life? Besides, she hasn’t divorced Adrian Gordon yet. If she dies, the fashion company is more likely to end up with Adrian than us!"

"But I just can’t accept it! Why should the daughter I raised with so much effort die, while she goes on living better and better? She’s a scourge, must have jinxed Sophie to death!"

"Alright, aren’t I trying to help you get revenge?"

"What do you mean help me? Wasn’t Sophie your biological daughter?"

"Alright, alright, calm down. She’s coming to see me soon; do you want to go back first?"

"I’m not leaving, I want to see her miserable, defeated state! Before, for Sophie, I got down on my knees to beg her, and she didn’t react. Today I want her to kneel and kowtow to me! Otherwise, I’ll send her to prison!"

The door suddenly swung open, and I walked in with a cold smile, announcing, "Kneeling and kowtowing is for paying respects to the dead—are you, dear stepmother, deciding to generously offer your life today to accompany your treasured daughter in the afterlife?"

The door hit the wall with a loud bang, startling both of them.

As they turned and saw me, Shirley Turner’s frightened face instantly twisted into anger, "Lily Miller, who are you cursing?"

"Whoever wants me to kneel and kowtow, I’m cursing them."

"You—" Shirley Turner pointed at me, too angry to speak, and rushed forward to slap me.

I grabbed her wrist, forcefully pushed it away, and turned to Jason Miller, "I came to bring you a gift, and this is how you treat me?"

Jason Miller looked at his wife, "Shirley, stop it! Let’s hear what she has to say."

Shirley Turner spat venomously, turned around, and sat back on the sofa.

"What gift are you bringing?" Jason Miller asked.

I glanced around his office, then walked to the single seat in the lounge area and sat down.

"The gift is still on the way, we can talk about other things first."

"What do you want to talk about?"

I looked at him and said calmly, "About whether or not you’re going to turn yourself in."

"Heh—" Jason Miller laughed, putting on an act for Shirley Turner, "Did you hear what she said? She told me to turn myself in."

After the mockery, Jason suddenly turned serious, "Lily Miller, if you have nothing better to do, get lost! Don’t get in my way."

I ignored his attitude, speaking methodically, "In the years you’ve been running Zephanor Trading Company, don’t you remember how many illegal things you’ve done?"

"If you don’t remember, I’ll remind you slowly."

"You’ve conducted multiple fraudulent transactions with supply chain companies, involving charges of contract fraud, tax evasion, and money laundering. From what I understand, your company is also involved in some international trade, which is likely in violation of laws in other countries, facing international litigation and sanctions—are you not planning to turn yourself in for all these charges?"

As I calmly laid out the details, Shirley Turner’s angry and sullen expression gradually changed.

Once I finished speaking, she turned to Jason Miller, looking noticeably flustered.

Jason, however, remained composed, angrily saying, "You’re just making things up, where’s the evidence? Who would believe you without evidence?"

"The evidence is on its way."

As I said this, my phone rang.

"Hello, Ms. Woods, you arrived? Yeah, 16th floor, come on up—"

After hanging up, I looked at him, "The big gift I prepared for you has arrived."

Ms. Woods used to be the deputy director of the finance department at Zephanor Trading Company but was demoted to the customer service department six months ago for refusing to collude with Jason Miller.

After becoming the second-largest shareholder of Zephanor Trading Company, knowing that Jason was plotting against me, I made every effort to collect evidence of his illegal activities.

I not only found Ms. Woods but also suppliers who had fallen out with Jason and partners he owed money to.

In addition, I contacted a lawyer.

A few minutes later, a group of six or seven people appeared at Jason Miller’s new company. The boss he owed money to barged in, cursing him for being a debtor with money to pay but refusing to settle, threatening to apply to the court for enforcement.

I let them make a fuss first, while I got some documents from Ms. Woods and handed them to the lawyer for review.

After reviewing, the lawyer said seriously, "This definitely calls for criminal responsibility. Even if you pay the back taxes and accept penalties, it only settles the tax issue."

I nodded and took back the documents.

"Alright everyone, let’s calm down," I raised my voice to quell the commotion, stepping forward to present the evidence in my hand, "Father, aren’t you asking for evidence? Here it is—"

Jason Miller, having just finished an argument and still red-faced, grabbed for the documents in my hand without even looking closely.

I didn’t avoid it and let him take them.

Furiously, he ripped them all to shreds immediately, "I don’t know what this stuff is, but I haven’t done anything wrong!"

I shrugged slightly, "It’s fine, I have more here. Keep going, and when you’re tired of tearing them up, we can discuss how to settle this."

I took another set from Ms. Woods and willingly handed it over to him.

Jason glared at me, his eyes fierce and his face twitching with rage, "Lily Miller! You’re so vicious! I’m your father, and you’re framing me !"

"Who’s framing whom?" I retorted, exposing them further, "You two were just discussing how to get rid of me and take over my company—now you accuse me of framing you?"

"You’re lying! Slandering us!" Shirley Turner charged at me, spewing curses.

I took out my phone, played the recorded conversation at full volume.

In the silent room, their dialogue was crystal clear—

"Getting her in jail would be easy. Sophie can’t come back, a car should just run her over! Then take her company! You’re her father, if she dies, all her assets would be yours."

Everyone present frowned, murmuring in reprimand.

Shirley Turner flushed red, panting as if she was going crazy, and suddenly rushed at me.

I quickly stepped back, and two security guards caught her, restraining her.

"Lily Miller! You’re so insidious! You’ll die a horrible death! We’re family, and you want to destroy us all, you’ll be punished!" Shirley struggled and lashed out like a shrew, but the security guards held her firmly.

Jason Miller, realizing his doom was near, looked around hurriedly and started insulting Ms. Woods, "Vivian Woods, you’ve worked for me for six years, haven’t I treated you well? And you still framed me?"

"And you! You! If it weren’t for me making you rich, could you have your lives today? Now you all turn your backs on me!"

The people Jason scolded were not convinced, each with their own grievances, and the argument rose again.

Amid the shouting, someone started smashing up the office in anger.

I frowned tightly, quickly withdrew to a safe spot, and called the tax bureau report line, followed by 110 for the police.

"Ms. Woods, Mr. Grant, please calm down. The police and tax enforcement are on their way, let them handle it," I called out to the enraged crowd after making the calls.

Upon hearing I’d called the police, Jason Miller aimed his anger at me.

But before he could reach me, two more security guards around me stopped him in his tracks.

"Lily Miller, you dream of taking me down!" Jason didn’t seem to have a plan, but he was still boasting at this time.

"Well, dreams can come true," I replied lightly.

Very soon, the police and tax officers arrived, "Who reported this?"