Chapter 365 The Mad Young Master 26 (1/2)

Chapter 365 Crazy Young Master 26 Wang Zheng avoided Lu Qianhan's gaze, his voice deliberately heavy.

He handed the document to the meeting secretary, who then projected it onto the large screen.

The audience erupted in uproar.

Even some shareholders who were originally neutral changed their expressions.

Wang Zheng was Lu Qianhan's absolute confidant in the group, and his betrayal and these irrefutable pieces of evidence were extremely damaging.

The scene instantly spiraled out of control, chaos erupting like a boiling oil pan. A barely perceptible smug gleam flashed in Lu Zhentao's eyes.

"Regarding General Manager Lu's mental state, I can testify to this in my report."

In this undeniable situation, Zi Xi's voice clearly pierced through the noise.

All eyes instantly focused on the source of the sound, Zi Xi.

"I am Mr. Lu's doctor. Based on my professional judgment, Mr. Lu's mental state is currently more stable and clear-headed than that of everyone present."

"As for the so-called evidence presented by Assistant Wang... let's set aside the question of its authenticity for now."

"I'm quite curious. Could Assistant Wang please explain where the massive sum of $80 million that was transferred from three different offshore companies into your confidential account in the Virgin Islands in the past week came from?"

Zi Xi met everyone's gaze, her voice not loud but carrying an undeniable certainty.

The color drained from Wang Zheng's face instantly, and his eyes behind his glasses were filled with terror and disbelief.

How could they have known?!

He did this extremely discreetly!

Zi Xi knew this, of course, since all of this information was provided by Lin Qingqing, who had been reborn.

The room fell silent once again.

That's hundreds of millions in cash!

All eyes turned from Lu Qianhan to Wang Zheng, whose face was ashen and who was drenched in sweat.

The truth is self-evident.

"You...you're spouting nonsense!"

Wang Zheng tried to struggle.

"Call the police and take them away."

Lu Qianhan didn't want to waste any more words, and uttered a few cold words through his thin lips.

"Enough!"

Lu Zhentao slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Qianhan! You've been sitting in this position for far too long!"

He stopped looking at Wang Zheng, who had collapsed and was still staring at him, and fixed his sinister eyes on Lu Qianhan, who remained calm and composed in the main seat, like a venomous snake.

Lu Zhentao stood at the other end of the long table, facing Lu Qianhan, who was in the main seat.

He no longer tried to hide it; the face that usually wore a gentle and kind smile disappeared.

Why are you all looking at me? Am I wrong?

Lu Zhentao's voice was hoarse and shrill, as if it were a release, and it was just as natural as it seemed.

"What kind of good people do you think you are? Wasn't it you, the second brother, who had the brake lines cut off Lu Qianhan's father's car?"

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and pointed at Uncle Lu again.

"And you, you little bastard! What gives you the right to inherit the throne from birth?"

"Just because you're my good brother's son?"

"I'm not reconciled! So I used your mother's death to provoke you, and then had someone gradually add those little things to your food that can induce bipolar disorder and amplify your inner pain!"

"And this little thing that the old man brought you back has ruined all the arrangements I've made!"