Millionaire In Love With Me

At this time Dixon listened to Sergio reported on Ziegler’s affairs, he was in a heavy mood.

A great revenge, everything is incredibly smooth, and even a feeling of heavenly help, but Dixon can not be happy.

These people have suffered retribution, bear the painful consequences, but Sophie, but still in a panic.

“Keep an eye on Abraham Smith, later Arlo Marsh will send someone over to apprehend him.” Dixon sighed and said.

Now it was Sergio who froze, “Apprehend Abraham Smith?”

Dixon raised his hand to wipe the blood stain from the corner of his lips, the tip of his tongue arched his cheek and snorted lightly, “The audacity to conduct a drug deal in L City and still think he’s doing it unnoticed, but it’s just self-deception.”

“I go to …” Sergio sighed, “This Abraham Smith is really bold.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

He said, while dragging Abraham Smith, a puddle of mud, away.

Now Ziegler is paralyzed and can’t handle the company’s affairs, Abraham Smith will also receive his due punishment, so he naturally can’t interfere with the company’s affairs.

The Smith family and The Larissa family are now in a situation where they have problems with their properties, and no one will be able to solve them.

The Smith family and The Larissa family’s problems will be solved.

Dixon let out a long breath of relief and sighed in frustration.

On the table, his cell phone buzzed and vibrated, and he bit into his cigarette and glanced at the screen, on which his father Brody’s phone number bounced, but Dixon ignored it.

The Smith family and The Larissa family were easily brought down this time, thanks to Danny’s hand, followed naturally by the help of his second brother Morris.

Although he has left L City, but about Abraham Smith and Ziegler’s investigation has been launched a long time ago, before he left L City will be evidence to Danny.

It is a good thing.

Dixon heart is grateful.

Although the battle was not won honorably, but the result was good.

The next day.

Dixon went to the police station in person with the evidence of The Larissa family’s crimes and made an appointment with the media in advance.

When he arrived at the police station, dozens of reporters were there, and when they saw his car appear, they flocked to him and surrounded him.

Sergio slowly stopped the car and looked at his boss through the rearview mirror, “Boss, it’s impossible to go ahead.”

Dixon, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, “Stop the car.”

“Yes.” Sergio responded, stopped the car, got out and went around to the back and opened the door.

Dixon got out of the car with the file bag in his hand.

Today he was dressed as usual, in a white suit, with short hair combed in a three-sevenths haircut, and the purple marks on the corners of his mouth deliberately covered up with makeup.

The whole person stood there, glowing, imposing, handsome features through a wicked cold.

“President Dixon, may I ask what you are doing here at the police station today?”

“About the tax evasion of your father-in-law’s company, and the sewage discharge, what do you think?”

“As Larissa’s husband, are you involved in these matters?”

“Your father-in-law knows the law and violates it, you should have joint and several responsibilities.”

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Many reporters were pointing their guns at Dixon, holding microphones that could have been poked in his face.

Dixon placed one hand in the pocket of his pants, one hand holding the file bag, standing upright, a high posture looking askance at the many reporters.

The reporters were asking questions, one after the other, so many that it was hard to hear what was being said.

Dixon just that cold and arrogant look at the crowd, eyes sharp and with a few stern cold.

Gradually, the reporters’ voices died down, and finally silence.

Seeing that the reporters no longer speak, he raised his hand and shook the file bag in his hand, “Ziegler’s illegal acts are exactly what I reported.”

Surprise–!

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The reporters instantly boiled up again.

One by one, they stretched the microphone in their hands and asked loudly, “Aren’t you Ziegler’s son-in-law, why did you report Ziegler?”

“What is the reason for you, as Larissa’s husband, to report your own father-in-law?”