Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Beckett still has a hundred million in his account!

This…

Following White Mitchell’s words, David Herb, who had been preparing to unleash his fury, paused and his facial expression froze, seemingly unable to react instantly.

However, since it was White Mitchell’s command, he had no choice but to follow it.

The next moment, David Herb masked his distaste and put up a stern and upright facade before he opened his mouth to speak to Grandy Anderson and Dominic Anderson, who were seated below the stage. “Oh, a false check?”

“Alright, tell me who is using this counterfeit cheque. What evidence do you have that it is indeed a counterfeit check?”

Seeing David Herb’s expression, both Grandy Anderson and Dominic Anderson had a triumphant smile on their faces.

Shortly after, Dominic Anderson could not wait to open his mouth and say: “Mr. Herb, the Jones Group where Sherry Jones belongs is merely a third-tier tycoon. Let alone billions, even if you asked her to produce just one billion, it would be impossible for her.”

“The check in her hand is just a fake check given to her by a guy surnamed Beckett, who is nothing more than a line worker at Imperial Group.”

“Mr. Herb, concerning this point, Mr. Anderson from Imperial Group can testify. Mr. Anderson, am I correct?”

Saying this, Dominic Anderson then turned his gaze to Grandy Anderson.

Grandy Anderson understood what he meant and said nonchalantly, “That’s right. Everything Dominic says is true. Beckett was a measly worker in our production line just half a month ago.”

“With his earnings, he simply couldn’t afford to withdraw ten billion. So, the check that Sherry Jones is holding in her hands is absolutely fake!”

“Mr. Herb, they even dared to bring a fake check to the capital verification meeting. This clearly shows that they don’t take you or the Nezzi command seriously!”

“The one who is behind her, instigating this act, is a brat named White Mitchell. I believe we absolutely must not let them off lightly. They should be handed over to Nezzi command to rot in their cells!”

After saying this, Grandy Anderson threw a mocking glance at Sherry Jones, almost as if she had already foreseen shattering defeat for Sherry.

Meanwhile, Sherry Jones, who was being targeted by them, became even more panicked. She perceived a huge stone laying heavily on her mind, almost causing her to run out of breath.

Even if what Grandy and Dominic claimed is true, this incident should not involve White Mitchell in any way.

Thinking of this, Sherry Jones said to David Herb, “Mr. Herb, it’s not as they say. I…”

Sherry wanted to explain, but she seemed to be unable to find any reason to defend herself. She stopped talking halfway, feeling more and more depressed.

At this time, seeing that Sherry was about to cry from anxiety, David Herb also became anxious.

After all, White Mitchell was still watching through surveillance. If he really made Sherry cry, he would not be able to explain the situation to White Mitchell.

Upon realizing this, David Herb hastily said, “Miss Jones, don’t worry, whether it is true or not, it is not yet confirmed.”

“Rest assured, when I, David Herb, handle an issue, I believe in fairness and justice and will never unjustly convict anyone.”

“Like this, the bank’s representatives are here right now, let’s ask them to help us check the amount in Mr. Beckett’s account to clear your name.”

The suggestion of checking the account was communicated to David Herb over the earpiece by White Mitchell. After hearing it, Sherry did not feel much relief at all.

After all, she did not know whether the check that Beckett had given her was real or not.

If it turned out to be fake, wouldn’t the account check drag Beckett into trouble as well?

And if they don’t check, they would definitely not be able to pass the capital verification today.

With these thoughts, Sherry felt conflicted her face was filled with an incredibly solemn look.

Meanwhile, Dominic Anderson in the crowd jeered with a cold smile, “That’s right, I agree with Mr. Herb’s suggestion. Let’s check their accounts.”

“We mustn’t let these fraudsters get their way. Let them know that not just any Joe or Moe can participate in the Nezzi New City project.”

Upon hearing this, everyone below the stage started to nod in agreement.

It was clear that, though they didn’t voice it out, having Sherry Jones, who belonged to the third-rate wealthy class, participate in the wealth verification assembly with the top rich people like them, was an insult to their status.

Usually, even sharing the same space with a third-rate wealthy person, let alone sitting together would be seen as demeaning to them.

Facing everyone’s skepticism, Sherry’s cute face turned even worse.

Seeing this, David Herb knew he could not wait anymore. If things were to continue this way, Sherry Jones would probably burst into tears.

So, David Herb quickly turned to the bank representatives sitting behind him, handed them the check, and asked them to contact Beckett and check the account.

The bank representatives quickly contacted Beckett on the phone.

Beckett, of course, was already informed by Mitchell White, so when the bank’s personnel mentioned that someone was questioning the authenticity of his check, Beckett instructed them to turn on the speakerphone.

The next moment, Beckett’s voice came through the phone. He said in a mocking tone: “Haha… I heard that some of you are doubting the authenticity of my check, right?

Okay, since you guys think you’re great, I’ll show you today how much money I actually have.

All of you hold tight and listen to me carefully. I still have a hundred billion in my account. It’s my boss’s money. If you don’t believe it, bank personnel can check it, and you can tell everyone. There’s no need to hide it from me!”

By the end, Beckett’s voice was filled with anger. He abruptly hung up the phone after his remarks.

However, the people below the stage, including Grady Anderson, appeared indifferent.

“Still talking tough when death is near, does he really think we can’t do anything to him over a phone call? If he offends the Nezzi Command, it’s no use for him to hide at the ends of the earth.” Grady Anderson disdainfully spoke, believing that Beckett was just bragging.

At this moment, Dominic Anderson urged the bank representatives on stage: “Check it out! Since he’s so arrogant, let’s see how much money he has in his account.

I can’t wait to see his swollen face!”

The bank representatives looked at each other, nodded, and agreed. After all, Beckett himself gave permission, so let’s check.

Soon, Beckett’s account balance information was sent to a cell phone of one of the bank representatives.

Thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions…

A dense series of ‘0’s were blinding.

Bank representatives counted seven or eight times, and in the end, all of their faces are filled with a complex expression.

One hundred billion! He has one hundred billion in his account!

Gasps!

The bank representatives’ hearts trembled violently, they breathing became rushed. It’s one hundred billion!

To any of them, this was an astronomical figure.

Probably only David Herb present at the scene had such amount of money in his account.

Who on earth is this Beckett?

While the bank representatives were overwhelmingly taken aback, Grady Anderson from below the stage couldn’t help but mock: “What is it, is the balance in the account pitifully small that you don’t know how to announce it?

Don’t be afraid, didn’t that surnamed Beckett just boast about it? I would like to see how much money he has in his account.

Ten thousand? A thousand? Don’t tell me he doesn’t even have a hundred bucks, haha…”