Chapitre 273: Four Hundred Thousand Dollars

Eustass's face was deathly pale. He gritted his teeth, struggling with the situation. "How can you say that without evidence? I don't even know what you're talking about!"

Sharon suddenly smiled, her expression dark and stormy. "That's right; we don't have any evidence. Although you're smart enough to drive a car with a license plate and have black glass installed, there's no such thing as an impenetrable wall in this world. Besides, who said we have to go through the proper procedures to mess with you? As long as we release the photos, we'll naturally have fun with you before the police come looking for you."

"Bring the things over." Quayle waved his hand, and the bodyguard took out another folder. He threw it in front of Eustass, and a thick stack of information fell out.

"Eustass's father is the director of New York's Transportation Bureau. He is the eldest son in the family. He's from the States…"