CHAPTER 900: CHAPTER 900: DO YOU ADMIT TO ALL OF THIS?

He didn’t beat around the bush, studying the teacup in his hand as the aroma wafted up, a slight smile on his lips, "As his protector, do you feel a sense of defeat?"

Dennis Hale felt a chill run inexplicably down his spine and smiled, "What are you talking about, CEO Kingston? I didn’t quite understand."

Justin Kingston lifted his gaze to look at him, "No, you understood." His deep eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy.

Dennis Hale met his gaze, and for a few seconds, time seemed to stand still.

Dennis Hale wanted to retort, but just as he was about to speak, the words got stuck in his throat, and it seemed there was nothing more to say.

He took two quick sips of tea, gulping it down.

Justin Kingston sat opposite him, pristine and composed, his glance slightly indifferent and distant, "Lydia Ingram’s crimes are obvious, and any family devastated by drugs could prosecute him."

Dennis Hale poured himself another cup of tea, listening silently.

"Because of your protection, no one can take him down, allowing him to become increasingly rampant," Justin Kingston spoke deliberately.

"Mayor Hale, do you realize how many families have been destroyed by his drug trafficking alone?"

Justin Kingston fixed him with a profound gaze, offering a figure, "Thirty-five thousand eight hundred families."

"..." Dennis Hale withdraw his gaze guiltily, not daring to meet his eyes, drinking tea and listening in silence.

"Let’s not even talk about tax evasion—how much does he need to pay back?"

Justin Kingston leaned back slightly in his chair, "And how much of that went into your pocket, you know best."

Dennis Hale’s thoughts were nearly scrambled, and he drank tea sip after sip.

"Lydia Ingram bears responsibility for 18 deaths, 15 of which are connected to you," Justin Kingston stated plainly, "Do you acknowledge this?"

The middle-aged man’s hand paused slightly as he drank his tea; feigning calm, he said, "CEO Kingston, matters of life and death need solid evidence, so do not speculate wildly without it."

"It’s precisely because there is sufficient evidence," Justin Kingston’s voice was icy, "that I bring it up."

Their gazes locked, Dennis Hale’s face tensed slightly, a faint panic masked inside.

The exact numbers 18 and 15 were enough to demonstrate that he had irrefutable evidence.

Dennis Hale withdrew his gaze, a shiver involuntarily running through his heart.

"Lydia Ingram has given you bribes amounting to billions over the years, and together with your embezzlement and bribery, corruption in Riventhal’s high echelons has escalated severely. You’ve even appropriated government funds allocated to impoverished counties. Do you acknowledge this?"

Dennis Hale’s face finally couldn’t hold up, this investigation was so thorough?

What else does he not know?

"You personally own 38 villas and nearly 100 luxury cars," Justin Kingston went on bluntly, "How many of those were given to you by Lydia Ingram?"

Dennis Hale’s heart sank, his expression turning dark.

"CEO Kingston, when did you start suspecting me?"

Yes, he admitted it.

Justin Kingston crossed his legs, answering somberly, "In the past two months, I noticed Lydia Ingram acting so brazenly. Several times he nearly ended up in jail, yet someone always managed to get him out."

"So, I determined there was massive protection behind him."

Dennis Hale saw the truth, "You’ve set your mind to eradicate harm for the people and won’t let me go, will you?"

"There isn’t room for any dirt in my eyes," Justin Kingston replied icily.

The cold aura emanating from Justin Kingston was resolute, "It’s not because Hailey means little to me. Suppose you were my father, knowing what you’ve done, I would still hand you over to the law without hesitation."

Dennis Hale nodded; his emotions complex but asked only one question, "The net is closing on Lydia Ingram, when do you plan to arrest me?"

"After your daughter’s wedding," was Justin Kingston’s definite answer.

Dennis Hale met his gaze with heartfelt gratitude, "Hailey’s wedding has been my greatest wish; if I don’t see her married, I may never have the chance to attend her wedding in this lifetime."

He knew well the gravity of his sins, fully aware he might face the death penalty.

The lightest sentence would still be life imprisonment.