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    “They must have managed the operation discreetly and reached a verbal understanding. Afterward, Conroy collected the payment and left, leaving the Byrd family toplete their task, both sides avoiding losses,” she continued. “The workers were the only ones who bore the brunt of the losses, so naturally, they turned to VQ Group to ask for their money.”


    “I’ve instructed Raymond to individually interview the workers to determine if they have any proof of working at the Byrd family’s construction site recently. Once we gather this information, we can present it to the Byrd family and get them to admit the verbal agreement between Conroy and them. Then, we can devise a n,” Bryan said.


    Without evidence, it was unlikely the Byrd family would acknowledge anything.


    After a while, Raymond sessfully gathered proof within two hours that numerous workers had indeed been involved in the Byrd family’s construction project. The evidence included several meal vouchers from the canteen at the Byrd family’s construction site, as well as a video recording showing the workers disputing with the site’s personnel upon their departure.


    In the video, the Byrd family’s representatives explicitly stated that the workers should seek payment from whoever hired them, and that the funds had already been disbursed to the foreman, Conroy. This statement amounted to a confession that these workers had indeed been employed at the Byrd family’s construction site.


    Armed with this evidence, Eileen headed directly to the Byrd family’s construction site, apanied by Bryan.


    The construction site, located in the suburbs, was deserted, with only the towering scaffold stretching endlessly towards the sky.


    A sixty-year-old man standing at the door noticed their approach and gestured with his hand.


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    “What brings you here? Keep your distance from us during the construction work. If you get hurt, it’s on you!” he warned.


    “Hello, we are looking for the person in charge here,” Bryan pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to the old man.


    The old man epted the cigarette and stated, “The person in charge isn’t here.”


    Bryan went back to the car, retrieved a carton of cigarettes from the trunk, and offered it to the man.


    “Please, sir, tell us where to find the person in charge or give us their phone number.”


    Bryan’s suit and leather shoes looked out of ce here. His sharp features exuded dignity, but his demeanor was rxed. This contrast made it easier for the old man to engage in conversation with him, especially for the sake of the cigarettes.


    The old man eyed the carton of cigarettes.


    “I don’t have my boss’ phone number. Please, don’t put me in a tough spot. I’m just a doorman,” he said.


    “I’m not trying to trouble you,” Bryan replied. “There are plenty of ways I could get your boss’ number, but I’m asking you directly because it’s easier this way. As long as we keep it between us, no one will know you gave me the number.”


    Bryan handed the carton of cigarettes to the old man and gently patted his shoulder.


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