"Uncle Vincent."
I spoke.
My voice was soft and childish, unmistakably that of a five-year-old.
But every word was clear, and my tone was icy.
The conference room fell silent.
Dad looked up sharply, his eyes locking onto mine.
Mom stood frozen in the doorway, one hand covering her mouth.
The smile on Vincent's face disappeared.
"Y-You..."
His lips trembled as though someone had their hand around his throat.
I walked to the conference table and looked around at the adults.
"Last quarter, you diverted 350 million from the land acquisition fund for the Evergreen City project to cover losses in your private equity fund. The money came from the group's bridge loan. The bank has no idea, the CFO has been too afraid to report it, and you planned to pay it back before year-end."
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