Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere-Chapter 2046: Witnesses

"Good!"

Connor said expressionlessly.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up first!"

Aida said.

He didn’t waste any more time and hung up the phone then threw it aside.

Although Aida had never thanked him, she was still very grateful to him. However, these feelings could not be expressed with just a word of thanks.

If it wasn’t for him, she would never have been able to complete her revenge. She knew this very well.

"When did you get here?"

Connor put down his phone and found Yolanda sitting beside him.

"I came long ago, but I saw that you had been cultivating, so I didn’t disturb you!"

Yolanda replied calmly, as if she was not angry at all because she had waited for Connor for so long.

"Then why didn’t you call me?"

He didn’t know that she had been waiting for him, so when he heard her words, he felt a little embarrassed.

He had forgotten that she was not Rachel. She didn’t know anyone in Yarlford and didn’t know much about the surrounding environment, so she had nothing to do here.

"I didn’t have anything to do anyway, so I didn’t bother you," she replied calmly.

Connor then checked the time and noticed it was already 1 PM. He asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want me to take you to eat something?"

"Sure." She nodded immediately.

Seeing her excitement, he sighed and got up, heading out of the room. Yolanda followed him.

He spent some time introducing her to the surroundings. This way, if she ever got hungry or needed to buy something, she wouldn’t have to wait for him to accompany her.

Although Yolanda’s martial arts level couldn’t compare to Connor’s, she was indeed a Black-rank martial artist, just one step away from becoming a Martial Master. He knew that under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be in any danger. Moreover, the Profound Sect had significant resources, so she shouldn’t have any financial issues.

He took her to a nearby restaurant for lunch and then went shopping with her at a mall for some clothes and daily necessities. She had particular tastes when it came to her belongings, mostly favoring international luxury brands, which came with hefty price tags. He knew that he didn’t need to pay for these items, so he didn’t object to her choices.

After spending the afternoon shopping, they returned to the villa. He originally intended to let her rest while he met with Yama and Taran.

However, she insisted on following him, so he had no choice but to bring her along.

...

They arrived at Yama’s home. Yama greeted Connor casually, just as usual. He exchanged brief pleasantries with him and then sat on the couch, sipping on his drink.

"Mr. Connor, you’re back," Taran greeted warmly, getting up to shake hands with him.

"Yes, I’ve taken care of everything concerning the Collier family." He nodded and then walked into the room.

Taran subconsciously glanced at Yolanda beside Connor. His expression appeared somewhat puzzled as he softly asked Connor, "Mr. Connor, who is this?"

"Disciple of the Sect Leader of Profound Sect, she insists on following me, and there’s no way to shake her off," Connor replied nonchalantly.

"A disciple of the Sect Master of Profound Sect?" Taran was left in utter disbelief after hearing Connor’s words. His facial expression seemed to indicate how formidable and terrifying the Profound Sect was, even though Connor might not consider it a significant matter. In the eyes of ordinary people like Taran, the Profound Sect was undoubtedly an immensely powerful existence.

Meanwhile, Yolanda appeared unfazed by how Connor introduced her, showing no intention of disputing his statement. She simply walked into the room and took a seat on the sofa.

Seeing the perplexed expression on Taran’s face, Connor advised him, "Just pretend she doesn’t exist. Let’s focus on the important matters."

"Alright," Taran agreed with a nod, then sat down with Connor on the couch.

"Now that the Collier family has severed all ties with the Gomez family, about 90% of the business that Gomez family had is on hold," Connor began discussing the issue at hand.

"I’m sure the Rockefeller family isn’t happy about it. However, it won’t completely erode their trust in Yamino. I plan to submit the evidence we have to make Rockefellers aware of the truth."

Taran looked hesitant upon hearing Connor’s plan and softly asked, "Mr. Connor, I agree with your approach, but we’re not part of the Rockefeller family. The problem is that we don’t have access to the higher-level members of their organization."

"We don’t need direct access to the Rockefellers," Connor replied calmly. "We just need to make the evidence we have public. If someone in a high enough position within the Rockefeller family sees it, it will serve our purpose."

"Mr. Connor, what if Rockefeller thinks the evidence is fake?" Taran inquired.

"That depends on how he receives the information," Connor said with a smile. "If even the higher-ups believe that Madeline and Tatum were killed by Yamino and initiate an investigation, do you think Rockefeller will doubt the authenticity of our evidence?"

"Mr. Connor, your plan is feasible," Taran conceded, still having some reservations. "However, Yamino has accumulated a formidable network of contacts over the years. Relying solely on evidence may not be enough to initiate an investigation against him."

"That’s why I came to you today," Connor said in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Taran looked puzzled.

"If evidence alone isn’t enough to prompt an investigation," Connor explained, "we can add your testimony as a witness. If that’s not sufficient, I can also leverage my connections. Together, these three elements should be enough to prompt an inquiry into Yamino. Whether he can be convicted in the end is uncertain, but it will be enough to make Rockefeller lose trust in him."

"Mr. Connor, I understand your point," Taran said, finally grasping Connor’s strategy.