FAZER LOGINGary thought he could escape responsibility by committing Cathleen to a mental hospital? How naive.I filed a formal lawsuit against Cathleen for kidnapping and extortion—as the victim.Sure, the Newark family produced a so-called "mental illness certificate." But I hired the top legal team in the country. And the video evidence I provided showed Cathleen thinking clearly, acting with clear purpose. Nothing like a psychotic episode.In the courtroom, Cathleen sat in an orange prison uniform, her hands cuffed. She stared at me in the plaintiff's seat—polished, untouchable—and wept her tears."Abby! I curse you! You'll die a horrible death! You already left—why did you have to come back and destroy me?!"She howled like a wounded animal.I looked back at her, calm and expressionless."I didn't destroy you. Your own greed and cruelty did. If you'd just stayed in your lane, even after I left, you could have gone on playing the rich heiress. Too bad. The human heart is a bottomless p
One week later, at the Newark family villa.The once-magnificent mansion now lay in shambles. Priceless antique vases had shattered across the floor. The servants had long since packed their bags and fled. Even the security guards at the gate were nowhere to be seen.Gary sat on the living room sofa, his hair turned gray, looking as though he'd aged a decade overnight.To plug the gaping hole in the company's finances, he'd sold off every property, every car, every share of stock he owned. He'd even mortgaged the villa itself. But it was like pouring a cup of water into a burning building.Rita sat on the floor, her hair a wild mess, wailing at the top of her lungs, "Why is my life so miserable?! Gary, you useless failure! How could you let the company go under?!""Shut up!" Gary's eyes went bloodshot. He backhanded her across the face. "If you hadn't spoiled that useless daughter of yours, the company would still be standing!"The slap stunned Rita into silence. Then the two of
I strode out of the warehouse, the sunlight behind me blinding and bright.Behind me, the three members of the Newark family stewed in endless darkness and fear.I didn't waste any time after leaving.For a family as rotten to the core as the Newarks, physical punishment alone wasn't enough. I needed to destroy what they truly valued—power and wealth.Back at my place, I fired up my computer.That ten million had already been laundered clean through a series of offshore accounts.Using the built-in advantages from the Quick Transmigration Bureau, I started shorting Newark Group stock like crazy on the secondary market.At the same time, I packaged up the edited video evidence—Cathleen's face blurred out, but her voice and key details intact, along with the truth behind the Newark Group's system collapse—and sent it straight to every media outlet known for digging up scandals.That night, X exploded.#NewarkFamilyFakeHeiressHiresKillers#RealHeiressIsTheRealTechGenius#Newark
Half an hour after the livestream cut out, Gary and Rita stormed into the warehouse like madmen, dragging a small army of bodyguards behind them.The moment they stepped through the door and saw the wounded rolling on the floor and Cathleen trembling in the corner, Rita let out a piercing wail. She threw herself at her daughter."My precious Cathleen! Look what she did to you! Does it hurt?"Cathleen, now that her backup had arrived, cranked up the waterworks. "Mom! Abby is a monster! She tried to kill me!"Gary's face turned the color of forged iron. He jabbed a finger at me—I was sitting on an oil drum wiping my hands—and roared, "You animal! How could you do this to your own sister?! Where's your humanity?"Rita piled on with her own venom. "I always knew you were a curse! We never should have claimed you in the first place! Call the police! We're calling the police! Lock her up and throw away the key!"Watching these parents twist black into white, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Abby… Abby, I was wrong! I don't know what came over me! Please, just let me go!"Cathleen dropped to her knees and kowtowed frantically, her forehead soon split and bleeding.I grabbed a fistful of her meticulously styled hair and dragged her like a dead dog to a battered table in the middle of the warehouse."Let you go? When I begged you to let me go in that freezing attic, what did you do?"I pulled out my phone, adjusted the angle, and didn't call the police.What I had in mind would make her wish I had.My fingers flew across the screen. I hacked straight into the Newark Group's emergency board meeting.Up on the top floor of the Newark Group tower, Gary and Rita were already drowning in front of a room full of furious shareholders."Gary! Can the system be restored or not? If not, step down immediately!""The stock has hit the limit-down! Who's going to cover our losses?"Gary mopped his forehead. "Everyone, just give me a little more time. Cathleen is working on—"T
Of course, I knew Cathleen wouldn't let things end there. But I didn't expect her to move so fast—or play so dirty.On my way back from the bank after wiring the funds, a plain white van with no license plates suddenly cut off my taxi. Several men in black ski masks piled out, yanked open the door without a word, and pressed an ether-soaked rag over my mouth and nose.I held my breath and played along, pretending to pass out. I didn't mind playing the bait if it meant trapping the rats.When I came to, I found myself in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.The air stank of grease and mildew.Rough hemp rope bound me to a rusty iron chair. Seven or eight burly men with clubs stood around me. And Cathleen loomed above, looking down like she'd already won."Abby. Look at you now."She twirled a folding knife in her hand, every trace of fake kindness ripped from her face. Underneath was something ugly and vicious."What's the password? Transfer that 10 million back, and







