Chicago 1990

"It feels so good, really good..."

In the car, Mariah Carey muttered with her head tilted on Song Ya's shoulder.

"There are few reporters, and the Louise report is a Los Angeles media. At least there will be news coming out tomorrow." Song Ya replied.

"I'm not talking about getting on the news, but the feeling of finally not having to hide anything from the outside, and being able to appear in front of the camera hand in hand with the one you love." She said.

"I can understand." Song Ya held her in her arms. After her debut, her relationship with Motura had to be kept secret, and she was hiding in hiding with herself. Now she is finally free.

"Maybe we need a car of that kind, the kind that is separate from the cab." She spoke to the old McNunu who was driving again.

"Hehe." Song Ya knew what was thinking in her mind, "Sex girl..."

"I hate..." She slapped her arm in a slap.

The two began to discuss the formal opening of the two floors, "I want to live in New York, so we still lack a country house..."

"Like the one you and he planned to buy?" Song Ya asked.

"Well, it's super big, and then the house finds a designer and builds it according to her own ideas..." she said longingly.

Raising diva is not cheap, "I will start looking for a place right away." Song Ya replied, with only about five million dollars left in working capital.

"We pay the money together." She said: "You must not secretly buy by yourself, and the site selection must be approved by me."

"It's up to you." Diva can make money, which is much better than Song Ya's previous unilateral efforts to women.

Back in Tribeca, she began to discuss with the female assistant how to renovate the house where the two of them were in. Song Ya sent Linda over, "Let her rest as soon as possible, she is already tired from rehearsal."

Linda nodded and joined in, while Song Ya himself continued to start a tense meeting with his subordinates.

In the middle of the night, Vic returned.

"I really didn't have a chance to talk to the Italian named Antonio. I just tried to pass a note to him." Vic said, "I have observed him and his lawyer with Sean and I suggest you check his lawyer. Background, that guy doesn’t seem to be a small character."

"Is the one that Antonio can't afford to ask for?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes, my first feeling is like the kind of lawyer who works for the Mafia. I don't work for any law firm. I do it alone, but my clothes and consumption are much better than ordinary lawyers. I also have a long life. "American face." Vic replied, "Antonio's old man has a flustered look. He doesn't look like someone who dares to eavesdrop on you or Mariah Carey."

"So he must have been pushed out to commit the crime, right?" Song Ya nodded.

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if Antonio confessed to the police that he was instigated by you?" Vic raised a possibility.

"It's impossible, I'm eavesdropping, I'm reporting the crime, but also looking for someone to arrest me?"

"It was Mariah Carey who was eavesdropping. You acted like you knew it a long time ago, and the tapes were in your hands. Did I guess right?" Vic's experience is very veteran. "Antonio bit you to death and continues It was a long time before he was officially sentenced. As long as the news is revealed, can you stand the media's excuses?"

"But the negative effect of doing this is too great. Antonio eavesdropping, perjury and false accusations. Don't want to get out of jail in this life. He is not stupid. Does he not know the stakes? Lies that involve me are easy to expose. "Song Ya shook his head.

"What if you were like the murderer who assassinated Kennedy, and Antonio died as soon as he called you out?" Vic sneered, "This is a very skillful trick to the Mafia."

"If my enemy has this ability, then I will recognize it. They don't have to spend any trouble. Wouldn't it be easier and more convenient to send gunmen to kill me?" Song Ya asked.

"So you have to raise your security level." Vic said: "Every idiot who is assassinated thinks that the target will not be himself before he died. Let alone this, how about my 200,000?"

"You didn't even speak."

"I passed the news and analyzed it for him from the standpoint of the old man. As long as he has a brain, as long as he doesn't want to die, he won't be foolish to carry things off, or falsely accuse you on behalf of the real messenger .Otherwise, he will probably be stabbed to death by any prisoner with a sharpened toothbrush handle when he returns to the detention place." Vic stretched out his hand: "Quickly, I don't want a check, just a small amount of cash."

"Fxxk, your little note is best worth two hundred thousand, and it doesn't show our tail."

Song Ya motioned to Old Mike to take out a small password box, which was a small amount of 200,000 cash that he finally collected.

Vic opened the box, counted the number greedily, changed the password with satisfaction, and walked away directly.

"You must keep an eye on this case." Song Ya found Hamlin, "Look up with the private investigator who worked with you to check Antonio's lawyer."

"Okay." Hamlin went to work immediately.

The next day, in the morning, the reporter reported by Louise had rushed back to Los Angeles, the photo was printed, and the newspaper typeset. Now the official announcement has not been released.

"As, someone from the law enforcement unit is looking for you." Linda said.

"What unit?"

"The anti-money laundering department of the Ministry of Justice, and the people in the bank."

"What?" Song Ya was stunned, "Call both Goodman and Hamlin."

"Ask to meet here?" Linda asked.

"Just here, but let them communicate first and ask why they came to me."

It turned out that the other party came because of Mila’s father’s case. Song Ya took a breath and chose to meet each other accompanied by Goodman, Hamlin, Eli and Linda. There were seven people who belonged to them. Ministry of Justice, fbi and two banks.

"My clients don't have much time. As you know, all conversations are for active cooperation and may be suspended at any time." Hamlin said a few words that must be said first.

"We understand, try not to delay Mr. As's time."

People from the Ministry of Justice are straight to the point, "Mr. As, do you have a financial relationship with Miss Mira and her parents?"

"No, we have never done business in a partnership." Song Ya replied: "Her father didn't succeed when he asked me for money, so he called me Black Grande everywhere."

The seven people all laughed, and they all seem to know this stalk.

"How about money? In all senses," the banker added.

"Uh, Mila gave me some valuable gifts, I also gave her some, and some expenses for living and playing together. Basically I paid the bill, and nothing else." Song Ya recalled, she didn't feel anything wrong. Said place.

"Did she transfer money to your bank account?" the judicial department asked.

"No, she doesn't even know my account. We never talk about this. Are there any questions? Why do you come to ask this?" Song Ya asked back.

"We just got some tips." The fbi person said: "Would you be convenient to submit all the accepted gifts to us for review? We have to figure out the specific value."

"Hey!" Song Ya was unhappy, and looked at Goodman and Hamlin, "The gift I gave her is more expensive than the one I received! And it was Milla who bought it with her own money. Regarding greedy parents, they rarely have the power to use them on their own initiative."

"You want to confiscate?" Goodman asked.

"It's not a confiscation, it's an investigation. If there is no problem, it will be returned." A person from the judicial department said: "We will clarify it carefully.

"Most of them are in Chicago's home." Song Ya replied.

"Is it convenient to make a list? We will send someone to Chicago to pick it up."

"Fxxk!"

Song Ya cursed, no way, took the pen and paper handed by the other party, and wrote while reminiscing. Some past events with Mira came to mind.

"How is Milla's father's case going?" Goodman asked for the opportunity.

"Basically, Mr. Jovovich will be in prison for the next life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a banker answered.

"It's more severe than murder?"

"It may be more severe than a serial killing. He deceived many big shots."

Song Ya raised his head and glanced at Goodman. There was nothing to say. After finishing the list, he asked Hayden to go to Chicago to take out the related gifts at home and hand in.

"Miss Mila has agreed to cooperate with us." The other party only revealed some recent status of Mila before leaving. "She and her mother will return to Mi in the near future to cooperate with our investigation. In the near future, we will check your account to determine if you are involved. Help Mr. Jovovich in the money laundering case."

"What? Why didn't you just say it?" The account has to be investigated. This is something that every rich person in the United States would never want to encounter.

"So you have one last chance."

The other party raised the list in his hand, "Is there really only these? The consequences will be serious if found."

"That's all." Song Ya stared at the other side coldly, "The person who reported me has an ulterior motive. Don't let him take advantage of it."

"We won't."

The other party nodded, and the seven people left, and the room was instantly empty, "It must be Motura." Song Ya said.

"There will be news soon, if it is really Motullah." Eli opened his hands and said loudly, "As involved in the Ponzi scheme, he was investigated by the Ministry of Justice for helping his ex-girlfriend's father to launder money. You see, this Is the title sensational? And it didn't say a word of lie."

"Motula just like that, I can handle all the slander, it's not that it has not been hacked."

Song Ya knows that this kind of thing is inevitable. If you continue to delay, Motula will use more and more similar methods. He has been mentally prepared, "With my understanding of him, all my records will be released immediately. It's up."

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