Payback Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #Chapter_9 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎃🎃🎃🎃

Thanks for reading :) Love you guys mua~~ NOTICE: Hello! This book will be paywalled from chapter 9. Please do still continue to support as we have spent a lot of effort wirting this book :). We appreciate all of your support so far

The smugness and malice in her voice made my mind go completely blank. More and more voice messages from her kept popping up. "Not only can we get back all the money we gave her for the groceries in the past, but every one of us can get tens of thousands of dollars extra. "We would've gotten peanuts if we'd left that money, which is only about a thousand dollars each, in a bank account. We're going to make a killing from giving it to Jessica instead. You guys should really thank me, you know. You wouldn't be making so much money if I hadn't suggested this back then."

His voice was steady but not as calm as before. "Mr. Zeller, the recording can be fabricated. Anything can be done using AI nowadays. I suggest examining the recording—" "I already did it." I took out the fourth document from the briefcase and placed it on the table. "This is the voiceprint comparison report provided by Zaston Forensic Center. The submitted voiceprint sample shows a 99.3% similarity to the voiceprint of Zachary's speech audio. It's been confirmed that the sender was Tony Zink." I stared at him. "Mr. Zachary Lowe, is there anything else you'd like to examine?"

What would you build in her name? Chapter 95 is DAMON'S LEGACY! 💫👑⚡ END OF CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

George picked up a hammer and, in front of every camera, smashed it down—once, twice. The rigid metal twisted and bent. The words "The bank is not responsible once you leave the counter" became unreadable. Spontaneous applause erupted from the crowd. Some cheered. Some wiped away tears. Perhaps they had all suffered because of that plaque. I clapped along. I took the five thousand dollars cash from my bag, along with the passbook, and placed them on the counter. "I'm returning the money. Together with the original balance. But I want you to remember this: rules are made to govern people, not to bully them."

But it doesn't matter anymore. Let him enjoy the illusion of peace while it lasts. Because whatever goes around… I will make damn sure it comes back around, harder, colder and wrapped in— “Boss…” “Boss?” I blinked, softly jolting back to the present in a demure and controlled exhale. “Let's begin.” A few papers shifted and the room immediately shifted into total concentration. Mr Alden, head of finance, cleared his throat first. “Ma'am, quarterly reports show a nine percent rise in revenue, primarily from our tech division. However, the fashion subsidiary is experiencing a slowdown. Competitors are pushing aggressive campaigns.

"Oh, maybe because you already think at the first place that, I'm not the one who'll manage this but instead your... mistress?" "How could—" "Mr. Sebastian, calm your girlfriend," the chairman interrupted, making Sophia grinned secretly. She reached into her leather portfolio, pulling out a document and sliding it across the table. “Here’s a breakdown of your revenue streams for the past three years. Notice a trend?” The CFO, who had remained quiet until now, hesitantly picked up the paper. His eyes widened as he scanned the numbers. “How did you…?” Vanessa murmured. Sophia interrupted smoothly. “I did my homework. Unlike others, I don’t rely on assumptions or outdated strategies. The data s