American Tax Officer

Indeed, they were also holding several document folders in their hands.

Could it be...

These were the handles of his other colleagues?

It must be!

If David had collected his dirt, he could naturally have collected that of his other colleagues as well.

With this thought, Andrew sighed helplessly, then turned his head and returned in the direction of the Warden\'s office.

Inside the Warden\'s office, Marz and the managers of various zones were still anxiously waiting. Upon seeing Andrew walk in, the person in charge of Zone A immediately asked, "What happened, Deputy Warden Andrew?"

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Andrew\'s dejected face, everyone sensed that something was wrong. Your next chapter is on мѵʟ

And the next words from him confirmed their suspicion.

"Warden, I\'m screwed..."

As soon as Andrew uttered these words, the atmosphere at the scene immediately grew tense.

After a long while, Marz asked in a deep voice, "Speak clearly, what do you mean by screwed?"

"He\'s been investigating me without my knowing, using who knows what means. In any case, my various infractions, along with the details of my illegal income, have all been dug up...

"What the fuck are you saying!"

Marz was utterly shocked, and the others weren\'t any better, all wearing disbelieving expressions.

Now they realized that the harsh words David had left them with yesterday were not just empty threats!

The scene fell silent again for a long time before Marz came to his senses and asked with a grim face, "So you\'re saying, he only dug up your infractions and the details of your illegal income, but he didn\'t get to the prison\'s accounts?"

"It seems that he didn\'t..."

Hearing this, Marz and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That was a small piece of good luck amid misfortune.

"However... he\'s demanding that we hand over the accounts, or else..."

These hesitant words from Andrew caused everyone\'s faces to fall.

After some contemplation, Marz said in a heavy voice, "Andrew, you know what kind of company GCO is. If the real accounts get into the hands of the Tax Bureau, it will be a disaster, and those executives will definitely be furious. It might get very ugly... How about this, just take the fall yourself. This way, you\'ll preserve the wealth and honor of your family, and we\'ll remember your sacrifice."

"Yes, Deputy Warden Andrew, if we hand over the accounts, it won\'t just be a blow to GCO Prison in Nevada State; it\'ll be a severe blow to the entire nation\'s prison system. The consequences are not something you or we can bear."

"I think Warden Marz is right, Deputy Warden Andrew. Even if you don\'t think about us, you should consider your family..."

"..."

When it came to their own careers and fates, these people didn\'t care much for collegial loyalty anymore. To get Andrew to capitulate, several of them even blatantly or covertly threatened his family.

At this moment, Andrew, upon hearing these words that seemed to be for his benefit but were actually selfish, felt an extreme sense of desolation in his heart.

He sneered and slowly said, "I could take the fall, but I just don\'t know if you could withstand it."

Hearing the first half of his sentence, people were somewhat pleased, but the second half confused them again.

Marz couldn\'t help but ask, "Deputy Warden Andrew, what do you mean by that?"

"You think David only has dirt on me?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Heh, he has your dirt just the same!"

"What!"

The crowd was even more shocked than when they heard Andrew say that he was screwed.

David had not only collected Andrew\'s dirt but theirs as well?

How could this be...

"No Andrew, that\'s absolutely impossible... it can\'t be true..."

Andrew looked at him and replied with a sarcastic tone, "If David could collect my dirt, what\'s so hard about collecting yours? Do you think you\'re cleaner than me or something?"

Everyone being colleagues at the same prison, the cleanliness of their hands was an unspoken known.

"This..."

Now, whether it was the zone managers or Warden Marz himself, all of them fell silent with a grave expression.

And watching them in such a state, Andrew felt a wave of schadenfreude, exhaling a long sigh of relief.

These people, just moments ago, had told him to take the blame, hadn\'t they?

Now, upon hearing that David also had something on them, they were all shrinking back like scared turtles?

Just then, Marz suddenly stood up and walked out the door.

Seeing his departure, nobody dared to dawdle, and they all quickly followed.

In the office lobby.

"Director David, Marz is here."

David, who was waiting in the lounge area, turned his head upon hearing Nisen\'s reminder and, sure enough, saw a group of people emerging from the corridor.

Leading them was none other than Warden Marz, as shown in the photographs of the file.

Before long, they met face to face, and Marz, with a cheery demeanor, said, "Sorry for the inconvenience, Director David. I was tied up with something and only now could I come see you."

"It\'s no trouble, Warden Marz. You\'ve got a lot on your plate every day. I suppose this \'trifle\' hardly requires your personal attention."