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The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day

Chapter 991: Fleeing in Panic
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Chapter 991: Chapter 991: Fleeing in Panic

"Chairman! It’s not good! The Vanguard has come to our door!"

The subordinate hurriedly ran in to report.

"The Vanguard?!"

Mr. Grant’s hand trembled, and the phone in his hand fell straight to the ground. He slumped in fear, sitting on the floor with cold sweat streaming from his forehead.

The Vanguard mostly investigates wealthy families and corporations based in Crestfall, barely touching the southern city of Rivain.

Initially, when The Vanguard was established, he kept a low profile for a while, but seeing that they had no intention of investigating southern wealthy families, he resumed his reckless endeavors.

Yet who would’ve thought, that suddenly scandals about him would explode online, and promptly The Vanguard would come knocking.

Who exposed this information online? Moreover, the data is so concentrated... Any one piece is enough to bring him down.

"Who is it?! Who on earth is it!!!"

Bulging veins emerged on Mr. Grant’s forehead, making him look especially sinister, clearly enraged to the extreme.

"Chairman!" the subordinate strove to remain calm and reminded, "Don’t get agitated, let’s figure out what to do now. They’re already downstairs... It looks like they intend to arrest us directly for investigation."

Mr. Grant finally regained some sanity, holding onto the subordinate’s hand to stand up, he said, "Block them! Don’t let them in the door no matter what!"

Every wealthy family once investigated, once taken by The Vanguard, they would spill everything.

No one knows what methods they used, and even if he can withstand them, what about the others?

"We must stop them!"

"Yes!" The subordinate hurried out.

He quickly arranged all the bodyguards, temporarily keeping The Vanguard’s people outside.

Having done that, the subordinate’s phone chimed with another explosive news notification about the Grant Family.

The subordinate couldn’t afford to ignore it and quickly ran inside to report.

Mr. Grant glanced at the news and was shocked to find that it reported his attempt to have someone kidnap Summer Monroe at Crestfall University.

The one who exposed all this turned out to be his own mercenary.

In the video, the mercenary wearing patient attire recounted everything with vacant eyes.

At the end of the video, it even included surveillance footage of his car leaving Crestfall University, clearly capturing his face in high definition.

With both eyewitnesses and evidence, there’s no room for denial.

Mr. Grant’s legs went weak, and he nearly slumped to the floor again.

The subordinate was also in a panic.

Deaths from engineering mishaps could still be settled with compensation, and guns and drugs could easily be pinned on scapegoats, citing oversight.

But premeditated murder is a charge they absolutely cannot bear, nor can they find others to take the fall.

After all, the surveillance clearly captured the Chairman’s face.

"Chairman, what should we do?" the subordinate’s voice noticeably trembled.

Mr. Grant suddenly slapped his thigh.

"I know! Damian Knight! It must be him! That brat, after knowing I sent people to find that wench Summer Monroe, started targeting me..."

"Chairman, now is not the time to speculate who did it, we must quickly think of an escape plan. Our people can’t stall The Vanguard’s people for long."

Just then, The Vanguard’s voice came from the door, "Those inside, cease resistance, please cooperate with our investigation and open the door yourselves! Otherwise, we will forcibly enter."

"Chairman!"

"Run first!" Mr. Grant gritted his teeth, "We’re on the second floor, let’s jump down from the air conditioner in the bedroom."

"Yes!"

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