She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 07

She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 07

By the time I finished the last case file in legal, dawn was close. To save himself, Mark had turned over every dirty ledger behind the dealership. 

Before I left Moretti Group headquarters, I ordered 

my people to send every hidden ledger from the dealership to the estate. A few hours later, at 

sunrise, I was back at the Moretti estate. I wore a 

loose silk robe and stood in the garden, trimming rose branches. 

The house steward hurried over and spoke in 

low voice. 

“Mr. Grant, the owner of the luxury auto group, has been kneeling at the estate gates for two hours with cash and an apology.” 

I snipped off another thorn. 

“Let him in.” 

The gates opened. A heavyset middle–aged man half–ran, half–crawled into the garden, dragging two heavy locked cases with him. This was Grant, the man behind that luxury dealership. Grant dropped to one knee on the white–stone path. 

“Ms. Moretti, I didn’t know who I was dealing with.” 

“I failed to control my store.” 

He bowed his head and pushed the locked cases. 

toward me. 

“There’s twenty million in cash here. Please accept 

it as my apology.” 

“Give me one chance. Let my company survive.” 

I ignored him and trimmed another thorn. 

“Mr. Grant.” 

I set down the scissors and looked at him. 

“Your Manager Mark has already told the police. 

everything.” 

Grant shook from head to toe. 

“Your stores have been buying wrecked cars, 

refurbishing them, and selling them as new 

inventory.” 

“You also used two sets of contracts to hide 

taxable revenue.” 

picked up a document from the stone table and 

threw it at his face. 

“I’ve already sent this evidence to the tax 

authorities and state business regulators.” 

Grant’s face drained of color. He knew he was 

finished. 

“But I can be generous.” 

I picked up the scissors again. 

“This is a buyout agreement.” 

“The purchase price is one dollar.” 

“Every claim caused by your company’s fraudulent sales will become your personal responsibility.” 

Grant looked at the contract. His face went slack, 

like he might faint. 

“Sign it.” 

I looked at him without a trace of warmth. 

“Then take that debt to the street and start paying 

it back with a shine box if you have to.” 

“Didn’t your manager love making people clean shoes?” 

“From now on, you can start paying yours from a street corner.”