Chapter 134 - Carol Pang

Carol Pang stared at the n.a.k.e.d dealer. She was much younger than her; probably in her early 20's. Carol was once young and fresh too. That was how she seduced Everett Pang who was 15 years older than her and forced him to marry her. After all, the stupid old man relied on her to get to where he was.

Carol was a smart woman that had studied business and finance in university. Because of this, she practically acted as an advisor for the uneducated Everett. When she first met him, he was already 42 and hadn't achieved anything in his life. He simply got money from his sister and spent it on partying and alcohol. 

That's why she approached him.

She knew she could use this man to her own advantage.

"If you wanted to f*ck, you should have got a room," Carol sighed.

Sean listened curiously over the bug that was attached to Everett's jacket. So, this woman was Everett's wife, Carol Pang...

This woman did not seem simple.

Carol sat down and threw the man his shirt. "Hurry and get dressed. I don't want to see your dangling chunks of fat," she scowled.

Everett quickly put his clothes back on while the young woman also slipped her dress over her head and headed for the door. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Pang, I'll get going," the woman stuttered.

But, just as she reached the door, Everett quickly stopped her, "Wait, Mina. Didn't you say you had something to report to me?"

The young woman turned around and reached into her handbag. She then pulled out a little machine. "This stopped working today," she said.

Carol grabbed the machine and glared at the woman. "You can leave now," she said coldly.

As the woman opened the door to leave, Sean quickly glanced into the office and spotted a mobile card machine in Carol's hands; the kind used at shops for purchasing goods. 

Why was the dealer walking around with something like that? In fact, it looked like the type of machine that was issued in China.

After the door closed, there was a loud slap. The slap was so loud that Sean didn't even need a bug to hear it. 

Carol had slapped her husband square across the face.

"There may be no love between us, but don't forget who my godfather is and who got you to where you are today. If not for me, you would still be leeching off your sister. Did you think you would be the marketing manager of one of the biggest casinos in Macau and raking in millions a year? If you want to cheat, then go ahead, but don't do it at your workplace where everyone knows us!" the woman yelled.

Everett held onto his face and remained silent. Carol was right, he relied on her to teach him what to do. She was the one that taught him how to get the previous marketing manager fired by framing him of making a detrimental mistake. She then taught him how to vie for the position and introduced him to her godfather who taught him how to make even more money.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," the man apologized.

He then pointed to the machine and asked, "What could be wrong with that machine? We've been using those machines for a month now and this has been the first issue."

"It may have temporarily gone offline. It happens sometimes," Carol replied.

"Are you sure the police didn't discover what we were doing and disconnect the connection?" the cowardly man asked.

"If they discovered it, they wouldn't have simply disconnected it," the woman explained.

Outside the office, Sean listened to the conversation and nodded his head with satisfaction. His day did not go to waste. Finally, he gained some useful information. It seemed, Halia may have been correct about Everett using the casino for money laundering. Sean had heard about people sneaking mobile card machines out of China so they could withdraw cash outside of China and make the transactions appear like they were still within the country. It was a loophole for moving large amounts of money out of China and laundering them. From what he heard, it appeared as though that was happening here.

But, Halia was wrong about one thing: Everett Pang was not the mastermind.

As it seemed, Carol Pang was!

...

Meanwhile, over in a little Italian restaurant not too far from the casino, Natalie was waiting patiently for Sean. She had already been waiting for 20 minutes but the man was still nowhere to be seen. He didn't even send a message to say he was going to be late. What happened? Did he back out?

She glanced down at her watch again and poured out two glasses of water. She then handed one to the seat beside her.

"Do you want me to order you a pizza first?" she asked in a sweet voice as she looked down.

A little boy about the age of 5-6 frowned and shook his head. "Mommy said it's bad manners to eat before everyone's arrived..."

Natalie patted the little boy on the head, "Good boy, that's why you're Mommy's precious angel."