Hearing the sound, Jasper stopped. He glared at the door and bellowed, "Don't you know I'm busy? Get the f**k out of here!"
But the knocking persisted, and a trembling voice said, "Mr. Nolan, please hurry! There are a lot of IRS agents outside!"
"What?" Jasper gasped. His instincts told him something was off. He reluctantly got off the sofa, straightened his shirt, and flashed Yvette a greedy smile. "Wait for me, babe. I'll be right back."
Yvette breathed a sigh of relief and considered making a run for it. But before leaving, Jasper warned the staff member, "Keep an eye on her. If she escapes, you'll pay the price!"
Jasper stepped out of the VIP room and saw quite a few IRS agents waiting for him. He hurried to greet them.
A middle-aged man leading the group looked at Jasp
