Chapter 122
Ophelia cornered Janice, shaking her with a heated grip on her shoulders.
“What the hell is going on! Didn’t I tell you to look after Eileen? Is this your definition of looking after?
How did her room key end up in Egbert’s hand?”
Janice, dizzy from the shaking, stuttered out an exnation.
After listening, Ophelia summed it up. “So, you’re saying Eileen goes to Egbert’s room to watch movies
every day. When Egbert’s not there, she lets herself in. She falls asleep halfway through, and when
Egbertes back, he carries her back to her own room. After carrying her multiple times, Egbert just
gave her a key?”
Janice nodded vigorously. “Exactly, they have this open, above-board working rtionship.”
Ophelia was speechless. What kind of working rtionship was this?
Ophelia knew it was toote to get angry now. She held back her anger and went back to Eileen.
Eileen was still eating breakfast, and her face almost buried in her te. Seeing Ophelia back, she
asked enthusiastically, “Want some?”
Ophelia snorted, “I’m too pissed to eat!”
Eileen put down her utensils, moved a bit closer with a smile on her face, and asked, “Ophelia, you
said I’m rich now. Where’s my money?”
Ophelia irritably pulled out a bank card from her bag and threw it to her. “The PIN is all zeros. Take it
and scram!”
Eileen quickly took the card and pulled out her phone. Ophelia leaned back in her chair, drumming her
fingers on the table.
Eileen was busy with her phone.
“Listen to what I’m saying…” Before Ophelia could finish, her phone rang.
It was a text message. At first, Ophelia didn’t pay much attention, but then she received dozens of
messages.
She checked her phone and saw that the money in the bank ount she had opened for Eileen was
being transferred out like a running stream. Not a one-time transfer, but small amounts being
transferred out continuously, eventually flowing into over eighty different stock ounts.
“What are you doing?” Ophelia looked at Eileen in surprise. “You’re transferring money to buy stocks?
And divided it into dozens of ounts?”
Eileen, having blown through neen thousand dors, put away her phone and started slurping her
pasta again.
Ophefia frowned. “I’m talking to you.”
Eileen lifted her head, didn’t say anything but asked expectantly, “Ophelia, what’s my next job? I want
to start working as soon as possible.”
Ophelia felt something was off about Eileen’s state. She became serious. “Eileen, I don’t want to mess
with your personal affairs, but our contract with thepany is for four more years. Unless something
unexpected happens, we’ll be colleagues for the next four years. Is there something you need to tell
me?”
Eileen just looked at Ophelia expectantly, without saying a word.
Ophelia continued, “At first, you really didn’t have money. Butter, from the ie calction of
Traveller 5+1, you had quite a decent ie every month. Even if you’re poor, there’s a limit. Why is
your money never more than fifty dors? Where do you spend all your money?”
Eileen closed her mouth, lowered her head, and started eating noodles again.
“Eileen!” Ophelia was starting to get angry. “Can you tell me what you’re doing?”
Eileen finished her noodles, wiped her mouth, and then looked at Ophelia. She said slowly, “I n to
use multiple ounts, disguise as retail investors, and acquire some edge shares of apany. I’ll
consolidate the funds at the right time, exert financial pressure, and then use some methods to guide
the market. If everything goes smoothly, with just one operation, I can use a million dors as principal,
and in four months at the earliest or a year at thetest, I can bankrupt argepany with a market
value of over six hundred and ny million.”
Ophelia listened to her words,pletely not understanding. “What are you talking about?”
Eileen said softly, “See, you don’t understand even if I tell you.”
“I understand!” Ophelia looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, then asked
in a low voice, “Who are you trying to bankrupt?”
Eileen picked up some grilled meat from the table and said, “Of course, my enemy.”
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“What enemy?” Ophelia’s eyes widened.
“Ophelia.” Eileen offered a piece of grilled meat to Ophelia. Her eyes suddenly became deep, her
expression serious. “There are some things, Ophelia, that are better for you not to know.”
About ten minutester, Egbert finally came back with a box of cake.
Eileen rushed to find him.
Ophelia watched themughing and talking, feeling very ufortable. She called Elleen, “We should
go now. Get in the car.”
Then she said to Egbert, “Egbert, thank you for taking care of Eileen. But we have to go now. We have
a noon flight. If we don’t go now, we’ll bete.”
Egbert nced at Ophelia, then at Eileen, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Hmm.”
Five minutester.
Ophelia sat in the back seat of the car, weakly watching Egbert and Eileen.
She asked Janice beside her, “Why does Egbert have so much time? He’s even personally sending her
to the airport. Isn’t he the male lead? Isn’t he busy?”
Janice shrunk her neck, not daring to speak. She felt that no matter what she said, Ophelia would get
angry.
Egbert asked Eileen, “What are your ns next?”
Eileen shook her head. “Ophelia hasn’t said anything yet. We might need to go back for casting.”
When they arrived at the airport, Eileen saw Ophelia waiting for her. She opened the car door and said
to Egbert, “Remember to check your pher.”
“Huh?” Egbert looked puzzled.
Eileen smiled faintly. “Just remember to check. There’s a surprise. I promise you’ll love it!”
Egbert chuckled and nodded. “Stay safe”
Eileen got out of the car and ran to meet Ophelia and Janice. The three of them walked into the airport
together. It wasn’t until they werepletely out of sight that Egbert turned the steering wheel, ready to
bolt.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
He remembered what Eileen had just said. Egbert chuckled and pulled out his phone. He had received
a transfer notification, apanied by a message from Eileen.
[Here’s your pyramid clock dough back. Even though I’m strapped for cash, I gotta settle my debts first.
Surprised? Like it? Ha, I bet you do. Who wouldn’t like money, right?]