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    As soon as the news reached her, Lise felt her entire world shatter.


    She had worked so hard to secure her ce within the Bailey family. Was it true that thepany was on the brink of copse due to tax issues? Was she really about to be thrust back into the realm of the ordinary?


    Absolutely not!


    The thought was unbearable. She was determined to cling to her elevated status and the privileges of being a Bailey. Clenching her teeth to steady herself, Lise fixed her gaze on Jeff.


    “Dad, if we’re facing a payment, you have to tell me how much. We need to find a solution together. Thispany represents your life’s work; we can’t just let it fall apart!”


    Jeff slouched in his chair, a grim smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.


    “Five billion dors. How could wee up with that much?”


    He had only intended to take a small amount to escape the heavy taxes. But over time, his greed grew, and he found more ways to deceive the system. After all these years of trickery, he had evaded nearly five hundred million dors in taxes. That was almost the entire value of thepany.


    “Five billion…”


    Lise’s knees buckled, and she almost fell to the ground. Her hope evaporated, and her world shattered. Even if they somehow managed to cover the debt, the identity of being a Bailey would slip away from her grasp.


    In that instant, it felt as if her life as a wealthy woman was slipping away—like a brief, precious dream fading before her eyes.


    She had to do something—anything—to prevent this from happening.


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    The tension was palpable throughout the Bailey Group, but the Guerrero Group was facing an even harsher reality.


    Ever since the news broke that one of their previous projects had used substandard materials, irate clients had been rallying outside thepany, demanding answers. The uproar spread beyond a single site; property owners from other Guerrero Group projects had joined in, angrily protesting and demandingpensation. How could they have used substandard materials in their construction? If something went wrong, countless lives could be endangered.


    Despite the bodyguards stationed at the entrance, the furious property owners were ready to storm the building at any moment.


    Delmar slouched in his chair, his voice barely audible as he muttered, “It’s over. Everything’s over.”


    The building in question had stood strong for over ten years without a hitch. He had believed the work was safe, but somehow the Bailey family had discovered the truth. How could they have found out?


    If this matter esctes, they would all be facing prison. Tricia, upon seeing the news, bolted from the hospital, brushing aside the doctors’ protests. She slipped into thepany through the fire escape. Entering Delmar’s office, she found him sitting there, lost in thought.


    “Dad, why are you just sitting here? We need a n. If this keeps going, we’re finished!”


    Delmar pounded his fist on the desk and barked in exasperation, “What can I do now? Those property owners outside are demandingpensation. Where am I supposed to find the money? That building has stood for over ten years without any problems. The Bailey family must have stirred them up to cause trouble! You, Jeff Bailey!”


    The only option left was to pay the angry property owners. But with so many buildings sold over the years, the amount of money needed would be staggering. Even if they sold every asset in the Guerrero family, it wouldn’t be enough to cover it.


    Tricia’s face went pale, and she felt a wave of dizziness. “What are we going to do?”


    She hadn’t anticipated that the Bailey family would have something like this up their sleeve. Suddenly, Delmar jumped up, a new n forming in his mind.


    “I’m going to sell everything immediately. Our only chance is to escape. We need to get out while we still can!”


    But before he could put his n into action, the re of police sirens pierced the air from the street below.


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