Divorced at fifty, I embarked on my path to success.

"Don't be afraid, let's go take a look." Yue Jiangting forced himself to remain calm and stepped into the inner room.

"Sit down!" The officer gestured to the sofa and sat down opposite them. "We are under investigation to determine whether the foundation's use of funds has been illegal and whether it has been involved in money laundering."

A cold sweat broke out on Yue Jiangting's back. He forced a smile and said, "Officer, look at what you're saying. Our foundation has been established for many years and has always abided by the law. We've only ever done charitable work."

Yue Guangzhi's teeth chattered, his hands were on his knees, and his feet kept hopping.

Yue Jiangting caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, stretched out his leg and kicked him, startling Yue Guangzhi.

The police officer observed them discreetly, then suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry, we won't wrong a good social group, but we also won't let any illegal money laundering organization get away with it."

Yue Jiangting broke out in a cold sweat and chuckled awkwardly, "Heh, how could that be? Uh, I mean, how could we possibly launder money? Just hearing that word sends shivers down my spine."

"That's good!" The officer began asking some questions and took a detailed statement of financial transactions from his desk to verify each item.

Yue Guangzhi's face was deathly pale the whole time. Logically speaking, he was the real person in charge, and the police officer's questions should mainly be directed at him. However, he had lost the ability to think and speak at this moment, which made Yue Jiangting so angry that he kept glaring at him and secretly cursing: Useless thing!

Yue Jiangting had no choice but to answer.

The police officer chuckled, "It seems you're the one truly in charge."

"No, no, sigh," Yue Jiangting said with a disappointed expression, "My son has no experience, so as his father, I can only keep an eye on him at all times to prevent him from making a mistake."

The police officer expressed his understanding, and his smile was meaningful.

After questioning for more than an hour, Yue Jiangting felt that if he continued, he would break down.

The officer stood up and gestured to a junior officer who had just entered. The junior officer hurriedly went to Yue Guangzhi's side.

"Please come with us to the police station to assist with the investigation, Chairman Yue."

"What?" Yue Jiangting and Yue Guangzhi both paled.

"Hey, officer, didn't we just ask you all that? Why are you taking my son away?" Yue Jiangting shrank back, his eyes filled with terror as he asked.

“Someone reported that Chairman Yue was involved in money laundering and misappropriated charitable donations. We must take him back and investigate. If there is nothing wrong, we will release him.”

The police officer showed no mercy, almost to the point of putting a silver bracelet on Yue Guangzhi's wrist.

Yue Guangzhi was so scared he almost wet himself. His face was ashen as he looked at Yue Jiangting for help: "Dad! Help me! I don't want to be arrested! Dad, please talk to the police."

Yue Jiangting felt like the sky had fallen. Yue Guangzhi held his arm tightly, so he could only force himself to comfort him: "It'll be alright. It's just a routine investigation. Just cooperate and you'll be back soon."

"Really?" Yue Guangzhi was bewildered and helplessly followed the police.

The entire office was in chaos, with people constantly coming and going. The people in uniform were from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and although there were fewer people in police uniforms, they had a stronger deterrent and oppressive effect. The employees were so frightened that they shrank their heads and walked with their feet light.

Yue Jiangting slumped alone on the sofa, oblivious to everything around him. His head seemed to be filled with countless cutting machines, the shrill sound echoing for a long time, to the point that he almost thought he was going deaf.

As the surroundings gradually quieted down, only echoes remained in his mind.

"Mr. Yue," someone whispered in his ear, "we're off work now. Please feel free to contact us if you need anything."

Yue Jiangting struggled to lift his eyes and saw several employees standing in front of him, exchanging cautious glances.

He waved his hand weakly, scattering them.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter – that's probably what this scene looks like.

He felt like he was having a nightmare. How could this be?

The foundation, painstakingly established and just about to start making big money, is now facing an investigation by multiple departments.

What did the police officer say? Someone reported it?

Yue Jiangting's eyes widened suddenly. Who?

Who secretly sabotaged him?

On the surface, the foundation's operations have not changed. The newly established projects are all managed by Sun Chengzhi, Yue Guangzhi, and himself. They also meet and negotiate with those major clients individually, so it is impossible for anyone else to know the inside story.

If you make a report, you need to have substantial evidence to trigger such a large-scale and unexpected investigation, right?

A look of confusion crossed Yue Jiangting's eyes. Where exactly did things go wrong?

He remembered Sun Chengzhi saying that even if the investigation uncovered any problems, as long as the people involved were arrested, the leaders would only be punished with a slap on the wrist, and the foundation would be suspended from activities for three months.

By the way, now that Sun Chengzhi is no longer a scapegoat, if he were still around, he should be arrested so that my son would be safe.

Where exactly did Sun Chengzhi hide?

Did he know something was going to happen and hide in advance?

The claims that he hit Mei Zi, drove her to jump off a building, and that he ran away because he was afraid Mei Zichen would hit him are probably all a smokescreen!

Yue Jiangting became increasingly suspicious. He frowned. According to the accounts, Sun Chengzhi hadn't taken much money, and besides, he had promptly frozen some accounts, making it even less likely that Sun Chengzhi could have gotten any money. Yet, he hadn't sent a single message or called to question them.

Has something happened to Sun Chengzhi?

Yue Jiangting took out his phone and tried to call Sun Chengzhi, but the phone was always switched off.

He couldn't just sit and wait for his fate, so he called three or four major clients in succession to find out what had happened.

But all the phone calls went unanswered.

This is very strange. People of such high status couldn't possibly be isolated and investigated, could they?

In the past, he had many connections in the government departments and could have easily inquired about things. But since the new secretary was appointed, the entire leadership team has been reshuffled, and even those who were previously acquainted with him dare not have any further involvement with him.

A chill ran down Yue Jiangting's spine. Could it be that someone in the government was really watching him?

He quickly searched his mind but couldn't find anyone he had a grudge against. Some of the people he used to associate with had already been dismissed, and some had been transferred to other places. He himself had long since withdrawn from Feiyue Pollution Control. Now, apart from Sun Chengzhi, no one knew that he actually still held less than 10% of the shares.

Yue Jiangting completely lost his composure. His palms, gripping his phone, were sweating. For the first time, he experienced a feeling of bewilderment and helplessness.

He used to think he could wield immense power in the city, but now he couldn't find any way to uncover the root of all this.

He was like a lamb to the slaughter, with no hope of struggling or escaping, and could only quietly wait for the guillotine to fall.

Why did a situation that was clearly on the rise suddenly turn into a storm?

When Yue Guangzhi was taken away, he was still full of confidence, believing that his son would return soon, but now he has lost his confidence.

Will he get arrested too?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he gasped, and the pain returned to the back of his head.