At ten in the morning, Ponzi, having just woken up, climbed out of bed sandwiched between two women. Enjoy more content from m-v l'e|-NovelHub
After putting on shorts and a robe, and after a simple wash, he headed to another room in the villa, where two more young girls were waiting for him, scantily clad in sheer nightgowns.
Ponzi stripped off his robe and lay down on the bed, and the two young girls began to massage him.
This had become the norm for Ponzi's life in Atlantic City; after his massage, he would have lunch and glance over the day's newspaper. In the afternoon, Ponzi would personally arrange the evening's banquet.
As for the trash generated from last night's party, it had already been cleaned up by the servants while Ponzi was sleeping.
Ponzi, as usual, sat down at the dining table laid with fried eggs, bread, sausage, and a quart of milk.
Of course, there was also a copy of the "Atlantic City Forum."
Ponzi habitually picked up the newspaper with his left hand and the milk with his right.
"Huh, the Miss America promotion has already started!"
Ponzi saw that the front page headline of the "Atlantic City Forum" was already about the official promotion of the Miss America Pageant. In the article, Starry Entertainment called on all eligible young women in Atlantic City to sign up!
It also detailed the various generous rewards for the winner of Miss America.
Seeing that the Miss America winner would receive not only a handsome prize, a national tour, but also a villa in Atlantic City and a General Motors car, Ponzi exclaimed, "Donnie really goes all out, just these prizes alone are enough to drive all the chicks in the States wild!"
For Ponzi, this was certainly a desirable situation; the more successful the Miss America Pageant, the better for him.
He had spent money, after all, and even invested half a million US dollars in it!
But just as Ponzi was feeling pleased, he suddenly discovered something that enraged him.
Previously, Donnie had promised to give him the title sponsorship of Miss America, meaning the prefix of Miss America should include 'Mr. Ponzi's generous sponsorship,' and at the end of the report, there should be an introduction to his company!
However, after flipping through the paper back and forth, Ponzi did not find any related content.
How could such a discovery not anger Ponzi?
Ponzi threw aside the "Atlantic City Forum" and was just about to get up and call Donnie to question this when he suddenly heard a commotion at the door.
"What's the matter, making such a racket, have some decency!"
Already annoyed, Ponzi immediately scolded loudly.
At this moment, several people walked into the dining room, and despite the butler's attempts to stop them, they were not successful.
The person leading them was none other than Van Olden, who had been having a good time in Atlantic City for a few days.
"Who are you? Why are you barging into my home?" Seeing Van Olden and others' impolite behavior, Ponzi immediately shouted commandingly.
"Mr. Ponzi, I am Van Olden of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, here is my badge. Now that I've answered your question, you should answer mine. What's the deal with the content on this newspaper?"
Having said that, Van Olden threw the "Atlantic City Post" he was holding at Ponzi.
Ponzi, somewhat flustered, caught the newspaper and first glared at Van Olden resentfully, "I will definitely complain to your superiors about your rude behavior, and also, I will have my lawyer..."
He stopped mid-sentence, his face turning to one of panic.
Because he saw the content of the newspaper.
"Ponzi Company or Ponzi Scheme, our paper will expose the biggest swindler in American financial history for you!"
After the headline was the same article that Donnie had read the night before.
"This, this, this can't be possible, it's all fake, slander, sheer slander!"
Ponzi, devoid of his usual composure, shouted loudly.
"Whether it's slander or not, we'll know once our colleagues in Boston investigate. Now, Mr. Ponzi, please come with us for questioning!"
Van Olden took a few steps back, "No, no, no, I can't go with you, I need to call my lawyer!"
Van Olden casually said, "Of course, but whether your lawyer from Boston will come over is another matter. Even if he does, you'll still have to come with us!"
After saying that, Van Olden had his subordinates cuff Ponzi.
The cold handcuffs clicked shut, Ponzi's face turned ashen. He knew his own affairs, and to him, the content of the newspaper seemed entirely true; after all, he had swindled over forty thousand people in Boston and couldn't possibly remember every single name.
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That was Ponzi's thought.
So he understood that he couldn't really be taken away; if he was, everything would be over!
"I, I want to see Donnie, yes, I want to see Donnie Block."
At that moment, the only person Ponzi could think of who might save him was Donnie Block!
"Ponzi wants to see me?"
Half an hour later, Donnie had already heard from Van Olden's subordinates about the process of Ponzi's arrest.
"Ponzi wants to see you, is there something wrong with that? He invested half a million dollars in the Miss America matter, and he thinks you're the one with the best connections in Atlantic City. Besides, you have quite an influence here; he's probably hoping you can save him, right?"