Miranda rushed over to her father and asked urgently, “Dad, what’s going on? Where are they taking you?”
Seeing the car belonging to the authorities, Miranda was stunned.
Murray felt like the past few days had been the most unlucky in all his forty-eight years.
First, he inexplicably lost several hundred million.
And now, he was being reported for bribery.
The company’s shares plummeted—it was as if half his life had been drained.
“Miranda, stay home and wait for me. I’ll be fine,” he comforted her. There was no solid evidence. They wouldn’t dare do anything to him.
They were clearly doing this just to crash the company’s stock.
Miranda’s face turned pale. How could this be happening?
So many blows in just a few days—what the hell was going on?
Never in her wildest dreams did she
