Hawke smiled: "Thank you."

It's tragic enough to start the game with an orphan. If you weren't smarter, you might not even have ashes left.

George smiled.

The next second.

The conversation changed.

"But it's not enough!"

George shook his head, and with a snap, he slapped the information showing Hawke's balance in Stark Bank in front of Hawke: "Can you tell me why, there are three hundred and twenty in your account?"

A thousand-dollar knife?"

"..."

Hawke raised his eyebrows, released his hands, glanced at George, then looked at the evidence presented by George, and couldn't help but smile: "Wow, awesome, I thought Stark Bank was very responsible, but I didn't expect,

Are you telling others your customer information so casually?"

"If you have a search warrant, of course they will give it to you."

"……All right."

I will cancel Stark Bank later.

Hawke smiled: "I am considering changing to a bank with stronger confidentiality. Detective Stacey, what do you think of Swiss Bank?"

Anyway, he was old and beautiful in this life.

Why are Swiss banks cheating me? I can’t even cheat my father’s family’s money.

Hawke thought so in his mind.

George looked serious and did not take Hawke's words to heart. Instead, he pointed at the information and stared at Hawke expressionlessly: "If you want time, come up with a good reason, and I can give you time."

.”

Said.

George stood up: "Mr. Hawke Dane, I am now officially..."

Hawke looked up and looked at George, who was already preparing to sing a righteous chant. He smiled and interrupted directly: "So, you found out that I have a deposit of 3.2 million US dollars. Is there any problem?"

"There are so many problems."

George stopped singing, looked at Hawke, and said directly: "For example, if you are an orphan, how could you have such a large amount of money."

Hawke smiled.

George laughed too.

"Why, I can't explain it. Or should I say that this money is actually the so-called commission..."

"Is there anyone from the IRS?"

"What?"

Hawke smiled, threw the information in his hand on the table, looked at George, and said with a bright smile: "I don't think I need to explain to the New York Police Department where my money comes from, but I can

Let me tell you, Mr. Detective Stacey, I have already paid taxes on this money to the IRS. You only need to know that this money has been audited by the IRS and belongs to me. It is completely legal, reasonable and compliant."

George: "..."
Chapter completed!