Corruption Gf นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rome’s gaze flickered toward me briefly before returning to Otis. “That’s right,” he began calmly. “We are overseeing everything directly. The corruption runs deeper than we initially believed.” His voice had regained some of its strength, though it was still rough around the edges. “There are projects that are ghosts,” he continued. “Funds allocated to construction that never began. Supplies that were recorded but never delivered. Entire sectors that exist only on paper, merely lining the pockets of those in power.” Otis’s eyes widened. “So you are cleaning the house.”

Wolves who had been allies for decades now screamed at each other, their carefully constructed relationships crumbling in seconds. "You signed off on that transfer yourself!" "Only after your committee approved it!" "I never saw those figures!" "They're right there with your name!" "I was misled!" "Liar!" But the truth had already been spoken. Roland Voss had confessed. And in doing so, he had confirmed something far more terrifying than individual guilt. The corruption wasn't limited to a few bad actors. It wasn't the work of a rogue treasurer or a compromised committee. It had infected the entire governing system—every department, every member, every level of authority. The rot ran all the

Kaze interrupted him and asked, “I’m curious. Whose orders are you working on?” “The governor, of course.” Felix said disgruntledly, “This is your last warning. Don’t interfere with the questioning.” The governor apparently sent Felix. Kaze smiled amusedly without another word. “Alright. We shall begin the questioning.” Fixating on Kaze, Felix said harshly, “Before we begin, I should tell you that Johnson has confessed that he took bribes from Quartet Group, Lefteria Group, Perfect World Group, and more through you, and the amount is ludicrous.

No one dared to meet my eyes. Moments ago, they had all been sitting proudly behind Corvin, convinced he would win. Now they stared at the floor like guilty children caught stealing. I knew exactly why. Corvin had either bought them with money or trapped them using their ugly secrets. Secrets Knox had already handed to me. Slush funds. Tax fraud. Money laundered out of the company. Misappropriation of company resources. The list went on and on. The more I read those reports, the more disgusted I became.

But this… this was corruption at a level even I hadn’t imagined. When she finally walked in, she didn’t even look at me, just went straight to the bar and poured herself a drink like she always did when she needed control. “Your assistant said it was urgent,” she said. “I hope you’re not here to moralize again, Ronan. It’s getting tedious.” I held up the tablet. “You forged financial statements. You bribed city officials. You had fake fraud reports written up against Annabelle.” My voice was shaking, but it wasn’t anger, it was disgust.

I asked, staring at the flash drive. "Yeah," Cain said, plugging the drive into Petra’s laptop. "I’ve been building my own separate file for a long time. Let me show you what is actually going on here." What Cain showed us next was far deeper and more dangerous than anything Petra had managed to find in the archives. He opened a series of encrypted folders, and a massive map of documents filled the screen. It was a structured corruption system stretching across years and years. It showed massive financial manipulation, systematic administrative interference, and completely controlled scholarship redirections embedded inside the very core of Blackridge.

Eleven years of Wren's personal investment portfolio containing a financial vehicle that connected directly to Hale's network. "This is not proximity," I said. "No," Mouse said. "This is financial entanglement. Not direct payment. Not a line item labeled Hale. But structured investment participation in vehicles controlled by his network." He paused. "This is how sophisticated corruption works at the judicial level. Not cash. Assets. Investment returns. The kind of benefit that looks like legitimate wealth management from the outside." I looked at the document. "Can Morrison use this?" I said.

"This time involving city contractors who were overcharging for road repairs. Thompson's investigation led to the arrest of three city officials and saved taxpayers an estimated twelve million dollars." The camera cut to Elena standing behind a podium, looking professional and sincere. "Corruption hurts everyone," she said. "It steals money from schools, from hospitals, from the people who need it most. That's why Phoenix Advisory exists. To find the truth and protect honest citizens." I threw the remote at the television screen. The plastic cracked, but the TV kept playing Elena's lies. She talked about truth and justice while living off stolen money. She acted like she cared about honest c

What I discovered sent shockwaves through my entire being. There, buried within the organization's accounts, were irregularities that couldn't be ignored. Large sums of money were being funneled into unknown offshore accounts, disguised as charitable donations. It was a money laundering scheme, meticulously crafted to conceal the illicit origins of the funds. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, I realized that the corruption extended far beyond the walls of the charity. Prominent figures in New York's high society were implicated, their names synonymous with power and influence. It was a web of deceit that spanned across industries and political spheres, intertwining the very fabric

He didn't even look at her. Ylona didn't respond. Instead, she slammed the documents in her hands on Alfred's desk, causing him to stop what he was doing. "Embezzlement, bribery, connections to the black market, and even the money you used to establish this company, it's all from corruption," Ylona said, her anger barely contained. "Yes. And so?" Alfred responded nonchalantly before pushing the documents Ylona gave him aside. "If that’s all you have to say, you can leave. I'm busy and have a lot to do."