“Seven years ago, there was a bald director in Welentino City who embezzled funds, took bribes, abused his power, and illegally built factories that caused a fire, leaving many workers‘ families ruined.
“Not only that, he pocketed the compensation money, amassing a fortune of 160 million, and was on the run for over a year. When he was found, he was hanged. Actually, it wasn’t suicide; I killed him.” Aria’s tone was soft and indifferent.
There was no hint of anger or pleasure towards the director in her voice.
Hearing her words, the driver didn’t believe she had killed anyone but was even more convinced she was a scammer.
To get her to the police station smoothly and distract her, he asked, “So, how did you kill Declan Connor?”
“That’s a secret. Can’t tell you.”
“Why kill him? To uphold justice?”
Aria nodded. “Sort of. I didn’t even charge. It was free.”
“You charge money?”
“Not charging? Do you expect me to eat
The driver humphed coldly. “How old were
“Can’t kill them all, but I can catch them.”
“So, how much do you charge for that?”
seven years ago? I don’t believe it. If you’re so capable, why not kill all these scammers?”
Aria smiled. “Depends.”
“You’re definitely a scammer. Next, you’ll say you need
money
to
help
everyonell
get their
money back, huh? I won’t fall for it.”
“I do charge. Not from you guys, though, but from those spreading rumors about me.” As she said this, Aria’s eyes turned colder.
Kind of startled by her icy tone, the driver floored the gas pedal.
Finally reaching the police station, he quickly got out, locked the car door, and ran into the station, shouting, “Officers, help!”
Aria waited for a while; soon, a few policemen came out.
The car door opened; she voluntarily extended her hands, asking, “Should I be cuffed?”
The policemen were silent for a moment before saying, “No evidence yet. Come with us first.”
The driver was sitting on a chair, shaking his leg nervously. Seeing Aria enter, he became excited. “It’s her! She said she killed someone and that she killed Declan Connor, who hanged himself seven years ago.”
After checking Aria’s passport, the police glanced at the driver. “Seven years ago, she was only fifteen. How could a fifteen–year–old girl kill someone and get away with it while recovering the funds?”
The driver choked up.
Aria said, “This person called the police suddenly, accusing me of fraud. I want to sue him for spreading rumors, which have tarnished my reputation.”
The driver’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re twisting the truth!”
1/3
15:09 Mon, 26 May MT
Chapter 20
“So, why do you think I’m a scammer? Did I scam your money?” Aria shot him a cold look.
Under the police’s questioning, the driver finally handed over his phone.
So, he was in a group chat. Members were either victims of a two–year–old scam case or their relatives and friends:
70%
Someone nicknamed Justice Warrior posted a pic of Aria at Seacrest Law Firm in the group chat, detailing how she invested 150 million two years ago and now was blackmailing her husband for 1.5 billion dollars.
Thus, the group members got furious, blasting her nonstop.
The police captain rubbed his temples, giving the driver a stern look. “Just because someone says she’s a scammer doesn’t make it true. No evidence means it’s slander.”
Later, Justice Warrior kept stirring up emotions, claiming to work at the law firm, knew Aria, and would help recover everyone’s money.
He even subtly hinted he was short on cash, needed to grease some palms.
When questioned, he didn’t get mad. With a set of well–crafted words, he completely distanced himself from any suspicion, clearly stating that he was offering help for free and merely venting in the group chat.
Upon scrolling through his social media, the cops noticed that all the captions and photos revolved around legal matters, and there were even images featuring the Seacrest Law Firm.
“Check this guy out. Could be part of the scam gang we’re after,” a cop said.
20
The driver hesitated, retorting, “He’s a good guy. People transferred
oney
to
him, but he didn’t take it.”
“How do you know no one transferred money to him privately?” Aria shot back.
The driver was stumped, unable to respond, his face beet red.
“This guy posted your pic right after joining the group chat,” the police captain said, looking serious. “Ms. Saxon, you might be targeted.
“You’re suing your husband. If you win and get the shares back, small fries.”
ck, that’s
1.5 billion dollars. If I were a scammer, you’d be my only target. Forget about the
As soon as the captain finished, everyone in the room turned to Aria.
Shock, eagerness, envy, admiration, suspicion… all kinds of looks focused on her openly, but she sat there calm and collected.
The driver was called into an office for a long lecture. But he still stuck to his version of the truth, insisting Aria was a scammer and causing a scene because the police wouldn’t arrest her.
Till the cops waved handcuffs before his eyes, he finally chilled out, gave Aria a nasty look, and bolted.
There was always that one type of person who, even when everyone told them they were
When logic failed, the cops iad to keep a close eye on him.
wrong, just wouldn’t budge.
The captain turned to Aria, all serious. “From now on, you gotta be wary of anyone who gets close to you, no matter their age or gender. They might all be out to scam you.”
“Got it. Aria nodded.
“Don’t brush it off. Take it seriously.”
will
70%
15:09 Mon, 26 May MT.
Chapter 20
The captain still looked doubtful, adding, “Let’s swap contacts. If you spot anyone suspicious, let us know first.”
20
Soon, the identity of Justice Warrior was tracked down–verified info pointed to an elderly person. Clearly, either the account was stolen or bought with
cash.
The cops would follow this lead.
After swapping contacts with the captain, Aria headed straight to the real estate sales center.
On her way, she got a message from Owen: [Ms. Saxon, here’s the draft legal document.]
She opened it, checked, and replied: [No prob. I’ll come to sign tomorrow.]
Arriving at the sales center, she was accepted by a receptionist. “Welcome! Are you here for some properties, ma’am?”
Aria tucked her phone away and replied, “Yeah, do you have a model of the Mayen Garden?”
The suited–up receptionist smiled, “We do. Follow me, please.”
Meanwhile, not far away from Aria, a curly–haired girl was linking arms with her friend happily. “Silvia, you’ve got good taste. Pick a house for us, will you?”
“Sure.” Silvia forced a smile, her expression a bit stiff.
As she glanced up, her eyes met those of the young man next to the curly–haired girl.
The man winked at her in a deliberate and greasy way.
Instantly, Silvia turned her eyes away in disgust, trying to ignore the occasional glances thrown her way.
“Hey! Isn’t that Aria?” the curly–haired girl suddenly asked.
Comment
No neh
AD
Send gift
