Chapter 924
The assistant''s heart skipped a beat as she mped her mouth shut, her fingers trembling as she
called for an ambnce.
Before long, Bruce was carted away by the ambnce.
...
Thssa was at home, sharing a cozy dinner with Evelyn when her phone buzzed with a message.
She snatched up the device, her eyes wide with panic. Ever since Bruce sent her that disturbing video,
she had been on high alert, terrified that Bruce, in hisck of humanity, might send another video to
threaten her.
She had deleted the video from Bruce the moment she stepped out of the coffee shop.
If he sent another one and Evelyn identally saw it...
She couldn''t bear to think of the consequences.
Noticing the message wasn''t from Bruce, but from the bank, Thssa exhaled in relief.
The bank notification showed a deposit with a leading digit of 5 followed by a string of zeroes.
At first, Thssa thought it was her paycheck, maybe five thousand, but on closer inspection, the
zeroes seemed to multiply.
Good heavens, it was fifty million!
She thought she miscounted and double-checked the zeros. Still, fifty million!
What in the world? Who would transfer fifty million to her?
She immediately logged into her mobile banking app to check the transaction history.
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The record showed that it was a transfer from a luxury jewelry brand.
But she had no ties with a jewelrypany. Why would they suddenly transfer fifty million to her?
Evelyn, sitting across the table, noticed Thssa''s expression go from shock to confusion and asked
with concern, "Thssa, what''s wrong, honey?"
"Oh, it''s nothing. Looks like there''s been a mix-up at work, money sent to my ount by mistake. You
go ahead and eat, Mom. I need to make a quick call." With that, Thssa excused herself and
retreated to her room with her phone.
She dialed the jewelrypany first.
"There''s been no mistake on our end," the jewelrypany rified. "The ount details were
provided by Mr. Sinir, and it''s highly unlikely there was an error."
Mr. Sinir?
"Lysander?" Thssa voiced her suspicion.
"Yes," came the confident reply.
Thssa was bewildered and asked, "Why would Lysander instruct you to transfer fifty million to me?"
"Well, Mr. Sinir had a custom cloud pendant ne made with us. Today, it appeared at our
counter, possibly picked up by someone intending to sell it. When Mr. Sinir discovered this, he
confronted the person, gave him a good talking to, and melted the ne on the spot. We treated it
as a buy-back from ourpany, and Mr. Sinir instructed us to transfer the proceeds to your
ount."
Despite the clerk''s brevity, Thssa grasped the gist of the events.
She felt out of sorts, struggling to process the clerk’s words momentarily. Nevertheless, shetched
onto the key detail- the cloud pendant ne.
The fifty million was the result of the ne''s value.
"Do you know who tried to sell the ne?" she asked.
"We''re not aware of the person''s identity," the clerk admitted.
"Alright, thank you." Thssa didn''t press further; there was no point.
After hanging up, she reopened the bank''s text message, and upon seeing the fifty million disyed,
she felt a bit bewildered.
The money wasn''t tainted; it was the value of the cloud pendant ne she''d always worn.
Yet, she inadvertently left the ne on the shoe cab in the entryway of Vibrant Oasis
Residences. How could it have been taken and sold?
Was it possible that, upon reiming the property, thendlord realized the ne’s worth and
decided to sell it without authorization?
Such folly. The ne had a tracker, and any movement would alert Lysander immediately.
She''d been so preupied the past few days and forgotten about the ne. Now, it seemed, the
ne was destined to be melted down and reformed.
Perhaps this was for the best. She no longer had to wear that constant monitor around her neck. A
sense of relief washed over her.
It was as if shackles had been removed from her feet, and someone told her she''d never have to bear
the weight of those heavy irons again. The freedom was palpable.