"Suzy, thank you so much!" Wendy said brightly, unable to hide her excitement.
Suzy merely smiled faintly. "There's no need to thank me."
After all, the bracelet was fake.
And judging by Wendy's reaction, she clearly hadn't realized it yet.
Lowering her gaze, Suzy pretended to check the time on her watch before speaking softly.
"Dad, Sis, I still have some things to take care of, so I'll head out first."
None of them tried very hard to stop her.
Their goals had already been accomplished, and their attention was no longer focused on Suzy at all.
After offering a few half-hearted words of concern for appearances' sake, they watched her leave the villa.
The moment Suzy stepped outside, a cool breeze brushed across her face.
She let out a long breath as the tension in her body finally eased.
The weak and obedient mask she had worn inside disappeared completely, replaced by a deeply satisfied smile.
Using nothing more than a worthless contract and a counterfeit bracelet, she had recovered everything she left behind in the Kale household.
On top of that, she had walked away with an extra three million dollars.
Not bad at all.
In an unusually good mood, Suzy got into her car and started the engine, heading toward A University.
There were only three months left before the apocalypse.
And with the end of the world approaching, who still cared about attending classes?
Suzy planned to apply for a temporary leave of absence.
If she disappeared suddenly without explanation, her academic advisor would almost certainly contact George Kale.
Once the Kale family realized something was wrong, unnecessary complications would follow.
After Suzy left, the atmosphere inside the living room became noticeably lighter.
George Kale held the signed agreement tightly in his hands, unable to suppress the excitement spreading across his face.
At last, the inheritance was his.
Fiona Smith hurried over immediately, her eyes fixed greedily on the contract.
"Did she really sign it?" she asked eagerly, unable to conceal the excitement in her voice.
George laughed smugly.
"Of course she did. That idiot never suspected a thing."
Fiona nearly trembled with excitement.
More than a billion dollars had fallen into their hands just like that.
Over a billion.
So what if Elisabeth Ashford had once been an exceptional wife and a remarkable woman?
In the end, all the wealth she left behind still ended up belonging to them.
Nearby, Tommy finally looked up from his phone after overhearing the conversation.
"Dad," he said casually, "since you got all that money so easily, you should give me a portion too. That's only fair."
George looked at his precious son—the heir he valued most—and nodded without hesitation.
"Of course," he said immediately. "Dad will spend money on you however you want. You can have anything."
Tommy's eyes brightened at once.
"So how much are you giving me?"
George waved a hand generously.
"I'll transfer fifty million dollars to you later. Spend it however you like."
Tommy frowned instantly.
"That little?" he complained. "You just got over a billion for free, and you're only giving me fifty million? Make it one hundred million."
One hundred million dollars.
George hesitated briefly.
But in the end, he still agreed.
After all, it was money that had practically fallen into his lap. Spending it didn't feel painful in the slightest—especially when it was for the son he cherished most.
At that moment, Wendy spoke up as well.
"Dad, I want a share too."
At the very least, she wanted a hundred million.
With enough money, stockpiling supplies for the apocalypse would become much easier.
Easy money was still money.
George had always spoiled Wendy, and naturally, he agreed without hesitation.
"Alright, alright," he said indulgently. "You'll get your share too. Once all the paperwork is finalized, I'll transfer the money to both of you immediately."
As soon as he finished speaking, George pulled out his phone and contacted his personal lawyer.
Meanwhile, Wendy tightly clutched the gold bracelet and hurried upstairs toward her room.
The issue of money had already been solved.
Now, all that remained was the spatial dimension.
The moment she entered her room, Wendy immediately shut the door behind her and locked it securely.
Only then did she reopen the velvet box and carefully take out the smooth golden bracelet once again.