Ruth Dawn's pretty face turned ugly.
"You can't do that!"
"Director Dawn, I'm sorry, but I indeed can. This is within my power," the middle-aged man said indifferently: "We now suspect that you have committed tax evasion, so please produce the contract. Otherwise, don't blame us for taking serious action."
Ruth Dawn shook her head with a smile: "Taking serious action? Haven't you already done so?"
"By bringing me to this office for tea, what will people think of Dawn Pharmaceutical outside?"
"What will people think of Ruth Dawn?"
"If the stock of Dawn Pharmaceutical drops today, will you take responsibility?"
The middle-aged man, named Adrian Torres, was in charge of fund-related issues at the Banking Regulatory Commission: "If you can produce the contract, I will apologize to you for today's incident."
"Apologize?"
Ruth Dawn frowned deeply: "Supervisor Torres, do you think an apology can compensate for the loss Dawn Pharmaceutical has suffered?"