After ending the call with the bank's representatives, Marvin held his phone high to video-call Stewart. His face was flushed with excitement as he panned the camera across the rows of stacked boxes. The sheer number of them was breathtaking, even to him, and he couldn’t wait to see Stewart’s reaction. “Governor Clarke, look at this!” Marvin exclaimed, his voice trembling with enthusiasm. “It’s all here. Dozens of rows, each filled to the brim with what I believe are that criminal’s dirty millions!” On the other end of the line, Stewart leaned closer to his screen, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Incredible! Marvin, this could be the biggest embezzlement case in the history of PortVarter. That bastard, Douglas, is finished!” Stewart paused, as if struck by an idea. “Listen, Marvin. Record a proper video of the entire warehouse—every single row and box—and send it to me. We need to document everything. This is evidence that could shake the country.” Marvin nodded, eage

As the bank employees and officials continued to open the remaining boxes, they discovered that every single one was filled not with money or valuables, but with letters. The officials carefully unfolded the papers, their eyes scanning the heartfelt messages within.Some of the letters came from children in war-torn regions, their words scribbled with shaky hands thanking Douglas for providing them with shelter, food, and education when all hope had been lost. Others were from impoverished families in remote areas, expressing their gratitude for the wells Douglas had funded, which brought them clean water for the first time in generations. There were also letters from disaster-prone areas, thanking Douglas for his swift response in sending aid after floods, earthquakes, and hurricanes.There were notes from international aid organizations, acknowledging generous donations that had saved countless lives. The letters came from every corner of the world—countries ravaged by conflict,

Marvin remained on the cold warehouse floor, his body trembling as he fully absorbed the consequences of his actions. What was supposed to be a triumphant takedown of Douglas had transformed into a humiliating disaster—an operation so flawed and misguided that it would be remembered as the greatest embarrassment in PortVarter’s history.The officials around him had already begun whispering among themselves."Mr Garnett didn't embezzle a single cent. Not only that, but he used his wealth to fund charities, disaster relief, and even medical research!""This whole thing is a joke! A man who has done so much good is being treated like a criminal?""I can't believe we were dragged into this. Mr Drake and Governor Clarke obviously had their own agenda."At first, the officials had been willing to follow Marvin’s lead, believing he had solid evidence against Douglas. But now, after seeing the truth with their own eyes, their doubts turned into full-blown suspicions.Had Marvin and Governor

Marvin's heart pounded violently in his chest. His hands were clammy with his mind racing."Governor Clarke," he said impatiently, "Did you send the video to the federal government?"There was silence on the other end for a split second—then a sharp intake of breath.It was then that Stewart suddenly remembered.He had already sent the video to Javier Drake—Marvin’s father.A cold sweat broke out on Stewart’s forehead. His fingers tightened around his phone.Oh no.Javier was undoubtedly sharing the video with other federal officials by now, perhaps even showing it off to his contacts in the highest ranks of government.If the truth came out after the broadcast went public, the consequences would be catastrophic.Stewart barely managed to croak out, "Marvin… I already sent it."Marvin staggered back as if he had been punched in the gut.Stewart didn’t wait for a reply—he abruptly ended the call and immediately dialed Javier.The phone rang once. Then twice.No answer.Stewart’s panic

Javier gripped the edge of his desk, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His entire body trembled with rage. Just moments ago, he had been basking in glorious praise, reveling in the admiration of his peers. He had proudly boasted about his son Marvin’s “incredible accomplishment”, believing it would secure both their futures in national politics. But now… Everything had collapsed in an instant. The truth had reached the highest ranks of government. Douglas was not a “super corrupt official”—he was a self-made philanthropist who had used his own wealth to help people across the world. Those warehouses filled with boxes weren’t stuffed with ill-gotten money—they were filled with thank-you letters from millions of people whose lives Douglas had changed. The revelation had left the entire capital in shock. Many of the nation’s top leaders had even been moved to tears reading the letters. And now, instead of being praised, Javier was being questioned. The other offici