Chapter 183

"I'll go check right away." The secretary was clearly shaken by Michael' anger and rushed out to make the call. Still no updates. She glanced at the chaotic mess in his office, but didn't dare go back in empty-handed. She waited outside until there was something concrete to report. Time ticked by. Night had already fallen. No one in the office dared clock out. Half an hour later, news finally arrived—but it wasn't good. No one had dared to clean up the office. So, it remained a disaster zone as the secretary tiptoed in and said cautiously, "Mr. Owens, we just heard—someone sent the authorities the actual import and export records for our company over the past few years. Including the full taxes we should've paid." "What?" Michael froze for a second. Who had the skills to dig that up? Even the tax agency had come down on them personally. That meant whatever evidence they had was legit. This wasn't something a penalty payment could fix. "Ah!" Michael roared and hurled the things left on