A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

At Warden's repeated requests, the UBS took a photo of the donation application signed by Warden and sent it to

Warden.

Warden stared at the donation application and was stunned.

The application was typed up in Arial. The content was to donate the money to the Red Cross of Peace City and

subsidize the education of children in need.

At the end of the application, Warden's name was clearly signed.

And Warden recognized at once that it was signed by himself.

However, he swore that he had never seen this donation application, and he had never donated money to the Red

Cross.

How could there be a donation application suddenly?

No matter how this piece of paper came about, he couldn't lose the money.

Warden immediately called UBS. He said that he had made the wrong donation and asked UBS to get back his

money right away.

However, the UBS argued that the money had already reached the Red Cross, and they had no way to get it back,

so Warden had to recover it himself.

After Warden hung up the phone, he planned to call the Red Cross and asked them to return his money.

Just as he was about to make a call, someone suddenly knocked on the door of his office.

"Who is it?" Warden asked angrily.

"Mr. Grant, some people from the Red Cross are coming for you!" Warden's assistant said.

People from the Red Cross!

He was just about to contact them. He didn't expect they would come to him. They came just in time.

"Let them in."

Warden sat in his office and waited.

After a while, the door of his office was pushed open from the outside.

Warden thought that only one or two people from the Red Cross would come as representatives. Unexpectedly, the

moment his office door was opened, the flashlights suddenly came on, and the camera was on him.

Once a reporter entered the office, he smiled at the camera and said, "Dear viewers, this is a good-hearted person

who donated a hundred million. He is Mr. Grant, the director of the PR Department in Fida Trading Company. Mr.

Grant, you have donated a hundred million to the Red Cross this time, helping countless students who were forced

to drop out of school to return to campus. You have made a great contribution to the charity of Peace City. Mr.

Grant, can you tell us the original intention of your donation?"

Warden froze in place.

As Warden watched the reporter praise him in front of him, Warden's mind went blank, and he didn't know what

had happened.

After a while, he came to reality.

The Red Cross brought a reporter. Moreover, it seemed that they were broadcasting live via that camera and this

reporter was from the TV Station of Peace City.

In the face of the reporter's flattery, Warden got a hot head and subconsciously spoke.

"I saw a lot of children who couldn't go to school because they had no money, so I was very sad. I wanted them to

return to campus, so... I wanted to help them."

"Mr. Grant is so kind. I thank you on behalf of the children who can return to school!" The reporter said.

A member of the Red Cross solemnly handed Warden a banner.

"Mr. Grant, thank you for your kindness. Please rest assured. We will make the most of your donations."

"Okay," Warden said.

After further interviews with Warden about his work and with his colleagues, the reporter left.

Until the reporter and the people from the Red Cross left the company, Warden was still confused and did not know

what had happened.

He only knew that he had been interviewed, and he was going to be... famous?

After sending off the reporter and the people from the Red Cross, Warden was ready to return to his office.

At that moment, he saw Daan standing outside his office, seemingly waiting for him.

When Warden saw Daan standing in front of his office door, his mind was in turmoil.

'I'm done.'

Daan looked at Warden angrily. "Come to my office."

Warden followed Daan to his office.

When Warden closed the door, Daan looked at Warden with a straight face.

"Just now, the reporter and people from the Red Cross came to interview you and said that you donated 100

million. Is that true?"

He didn't want to admit that he had donated 100 million, but... even if he wanted to go back on his word now, it was

impossible. Everyone in the company had witnessed the interview. Moreover, many colleagues had been

interviewed, and the entire company knew about it.

"Well, yes!" Warden admitted.

Daan sneered.

"Warden, I remember that your basic monthly salary is 35,000. In addition to the performance award, your monthly

salary is no more than 100,000. Your year-end bonus is only 500,000. Even if you don't spend any money in a year,

you can only get 1.5 million at most. You have been in the company for ten years. If you don't spend any for ten

years, you can only get 15 million. Where did you get your 100 million?"

Warden clenched his fists nervously.

"Mr. Abbot, this matter..." Warden explained nervously, "How could I have so much money to donate? It must be

the Red Cross that made a mistake. The donor was anonymous, so they might have made a mistake."

"They said that there was a donation application signed by you at UBS. Could it be that the application was fake?"

Warden was speechless.

He still wanted to explain, but the evidence was there, so he couldn't deny it.

Seeing that Warden was silent, Daan asked Warden with a sullen face, "Mr. Grant, aren't you going to explain where

your 100-million donation came from?"

Warden got alarmed.

"Oh, Mr. Abbot, that is the money I earned from stocks and various financial products. I'm afraid you misunderstood

something."

Daan took out a document from his drawer and placed it before Warden.

"Take a look."

Warden took the folder and glanced at it doubtfully.

It was full of evidence that Warden had once accepted bribes and embezzled public funds.

How... How could Daan get all this?

"Mr. Abbot, let me explain. Someone deliberately framed me. How could I do anything to hurt the company?"

Daan looked at Warden expressionlessly. "I always thought that you were just a little greedy. I never cared about it,

but you took so much. If you want to explain, you can do that when the police arrive."

Warden was lost for words.

There was silence in the office.

In the evening, Bryson in the Cordova Group received a call.

Emiliano didn't withstand the trial of Bryson and made a clean breast of what she had done. At the same time, she

also confessed other things.

Bryson frowned when he received the call. "Who's her husband?"