Chapter 321


    “Uh…”


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    The receptionist’s heart skipped a beat as he said worriedly, “Mr. Jones, are you really sure? If


    someone finds out, we will be done for…”


    Despite his hesitation, his actions proved otherwise. He gulped excitedly when he heard of the amount.


    No one disliked money. He could not just give up on the massive amount of money because of honor


    and ideals.


    “Pfft!”


    Samson knocked on his head and bellowed, “Stop saying stupid sh*t. Are you asking for a beating? I


    am in charge of all the donations of the Martyr’s Society. As long as we make the ounts look good


    and falsify the numbers, no one will notice anything!”


    The society received a ten–billion donation the other time, and he had secretly embezzled one billion


    for himself. It was his first time back then. He did not have the skills nor the nerves to embezzle arger


    amount of money.


    However, the one billion gave him a taste of sess. He spent the money on nine supermodels in just


    three days and had the best time of his life. He also got a new mansion, changed his cars, and slept


    with a ton of other women every single night.


    He missed living such avish life every day, and it further fueled his greed.


    This time, he decided to intercept the donation and embezzle an evenrger amount.


    “Just do it! Don’t worry!” Samson assured the receptionist and added, “I’ve gotten news about the next


    chairman. The new chairman’s name is Cloud Forger, the godson of Dean Mitchell who is the chairman


    of Simon–Tooke.


    “Cloud Forger is known for his greed and love for women. If I can bribe him with some money and send


    some women into his bed, nothing can go wrong. Besides…”


    Samson giggled. “If you do this beautifully, I can give you a hundred million as a reward, and you don’t


    have to worry about the rest of your life anymore.”


    The offer struck a chord with the receptionist. He happily nodded and said, “Alright, Mr. Jones. I’ll do it


    right away!”


    Andrius had no idea that the donation he made to the Martyr’s Society was being embezzled into


    Samson’s own pocket. He was having a drink with Noir in the garage.


    “I can’t drink anymore.” Andrius looked at his watch and noticed that it was almost curfew. He had to go


    back to Dream’s Waterfront before the door was closed on him.


    At 9:57 p.m., Andrius arrived at the gate of Dream’s Waterfront, but he received a call from Fatty Frank.


    “Boss! G–Gold… T–Timez Bar…”


    Thump!