Mr. Lawrence's face was ashen, and his body was trembling. He covered his face and sounded somewhat remorseful.
"I've invested all my money. I was really too desperate. I approached the person in charge of that casino, and they promised to give me a chance to make a comeback and get it all back. It's just for ten days."
An exasperated shareholder just wanted to kick Mr. Lawrence. "It's been half a month now. You're not a kid anymore, so do you believe such bullsh*t? How did the company recruit people like you in the first place? You're simply a failure!"
Mr. Lawrence looked up pleadingly.
"Mr. Sheldon, please don't call the police! Can we settle this matter privately? I’ll get the money back. I promise!"
Lance's gaze was dull.
"Mr. Lawrence, I really underestimated your naivety. You still expect to get back $200 million from the casino? We'll certainly get that money back, but you’re not the one to do it..."
His voice was cold with a bit of indifference and gloom.
"The police will come later. You'd better cooperate
with the police to explain things clearly. If we can successfully get the money back, for the sake of your two-year contribution to the company, we won't pursue other losses caused by you. What do you think?"
Up till now, Lance still looked like he was in a discussion. Although he looked calm and cool, Lance did not give Lawrence a chance.
Lance only showed Lawrence a little mercy.
This bit of mercy was close to nothing, but for Mr. Lawrence, this was considered a huge pardon.
After all, once the company pursued the losses, the other compensation could add up to nearly $20 million more.
At this moment, Lawrence could not fork out $20 million. He almost divorced his wife because of gambling. If he had to bear the additional debt, it was equivalent to forcing their family of two to a corner.
Lance appeared to be ruthless, but in fact, he was considered very nice.
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