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In the previous life, they had luck on their side, and their flawed plan actually worked.
Rachel probably uncovered something back then, too, but was too overwhelmed by the fact that her son had stabbed me to
deal with it.
Now, this time, I wasn’t the one being stabbed, and Rachel was thinking clearly.
Pretending realization had just dawned on me, I exclaimed, “So you set me up to keep the money from going back to Mrs.
Rachel Miller’s family?!”
I shouted, crouching on the floor in apparent despair, right by a microphone that broadcasted my words throughout the
venue.
The tables had turned, and by tomorrow, everyone’s social media feeds would be buzzing about this.
I turned to Vincent, eyes filled with anguish. “Did you expect me to pay back the 1.88 million too? So you’d get double the money? You’re my family, yet you’d throw me under the bus! You didn’t want to give Maggie gift money and feared gossip, so you plotted against me.”
I laid out their scheme with clarity, making sure every relative and friend grasped the vile depths of their actions.
Vincent was at a loss for words.
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I then turned to Maggie and said, “Maggie, did you even know? I handed the phone and card over to Mrs. Rachel Miller the moment they were given to me.”
Not only that, but I had emphasized this multiple times in Rachel’s presence.
At the time of the fund transfer, both the phone and card were with Rachel, only returned to me just before Maggie’s speech.
This plot was doomed from the start.
Continuing my performance, I lamented, saying, “So it was all to frame me, your own kin!”
I charged at Maggie, tangling my fingers in her hair, though my real target was more personal. Tugging a woman down there was as painful as a kick to a man’s groin.
Rachel barred Logan’s path when he tried to intervene, watching coldly as I laid into Maggie.
She even restrained Vincent. “The card was with me, Mr. Anderson. Are you implying I stole my own son’s money?” she
taunted.
Vincent hastily denied it.
Seeing no one was coming to her aid, Maggie dropped all pretense and fought back, but she had already lost the upper hand. By the time the police arrived, Maggie was lying on the ground, clutching herself in an undignified sprawl.
We were all escorted away, and the gossip–thirsty crowd departed satisfied.
Maggie glared daggers at me, pure malice in her eyes.
As a mere victim, I was released after a brief statement.
Within days, Vincent’s family also got out.
Their defense was simple: they just wanted an excuse not to give the gift money.
But since Maggie and Logan weren’t married, Rachel demanded the gift money’s return.
Most of it had already been funneled into Vincent’s business, forcing him to mortgage their house.
“Lina, how could you be so twisted? Calling the cops over something so trivial!” Miranda pounded on the door with fury, the sound echoing through the house.
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