Chapter 1287:
She had slept through the night and missed the message. Quietly furious, Besty decided to accept the credit for now so she wouldn’t be left with nothing.
After seeing the visitors out, Besty checked her bank account. She discovered that money had been transferred from her account even though she had been asleep at the time.
Who had quietly moved her money?
The thing that terrified her most was the bank’s verification code, glaring up at her in her text messages.
Had someone hacked her phone?
Besty refused to let it go. She planned to confront the bank about the withdrawal.
Then a video and an audio file arrived. When she opened them, her world seemed to collapse.
The files contained the complete footage and audio of her conversation with Christina at the café.
Both the video and the audio portrayed her as the one plotting Christina’s murder, implying everyone in the café was her accomplice.
How had the café’s surveillance footage ended up in someone else’s hands? How had they obtained it?
Besty was certain Christina had engineered the leak and sent the recording to her.
Was Christina trying to extort money from her?
No sooner had that thought formed than an unknown number sent her a text. “Miss Webster, your money has been received. Thank you for your contribution to society.”
Events that had seemed unrelated were in fact orchestrated by the same person.
Christina’s message contained no open threat, but it made clear Besty would have to accept the loss in silence.
After weighing her options, Besty stayed silent and immediately changed every password on her devices and bank accounts. Hatred spilled from Besty’s eyes; she ground her teeth and spat, “Argh, you wretch, you wretch!”
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She would make sure Christina paid the price for screwing her over.
“What’s got you grinning like that?” Dylan asked casually, setting a plate in front of Christina with practiced ease.
“Oh, nothing big. Just made someone who messed with me pay for it,” Christina answered with a light chuckle.
“Want me to handle it for you?” Dylan asked with a smile, though there was a sharpness in his tone that hinted he meant it.
“No need. I’ve got it under control,” Christina replied calmly.
“Okay, but be careful,” Dylan warned, his voice soft but serious.
“Sure,” Christina said, tugging him gently to sit beside her. “Let’s drop it for now. Just eat.”
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