Hearing that Richard had lost millions in goods, and that the culprit was already dead, the client held back further demands, reluctantly offering sympathy.
When the call ended, Richard’s tears dried instantly.
I couldn’t help but clap.
If he weren’t in business, he’d be a star in Hollywood.
“Olivia, you saw it yourself. Our client is tolerating this only because of the mess you caused. If you want your dad’s body properly buried, do as I say. I might even give him a decent funeral.”
I wasn’t a fool. In an instant, I realized George had been his pawn all along.
The claim about burned goods was nonsense! The truth was the company’s poor management had delayed production.
And that young man’s suicide? It was clearly tied to Richard working people like animals.
Before I could reply, Richard shoved a video at me.
It showed his men dumping George’s body into a dumpster like trash.
Whether or not it was my dad, no one deserved such humiliation.
I couldn’t help but scream:
“Richard, do you realize the man who died was your father?”
Richard pocketed his phone and sneered: