"Suzy, thank you so much!" Wendy beamed with happiness.
Suzy only smiled. "No need to thank me."
After all, it was fake anyway. Clearly, Wendy hadn't noticed a thing.
Suzy lowered her head and pretended to glance at her watch. "Dad, Sis, I still have something to take care of, so I'll be heading out."
They didn't say anything in response––their objectives had already been achieved. Their thoughts were no longer on her.
After a few perfunctory words of polite insistence, they watched Suzy leave.
Once she stepped out of the villa, a cool breeze brushed against her face. She let out a long breath, her brows relaxing as the tension melted away.
The weak, innocent façade she'd worn vanished without a trace, leaving only a satisfied smile behind.
With a worthless contract and a fake gold pendant, she'd reclaimed everything she'd left in the Kale household, and even walked away with three million in cash.
Not a bad deal at all.
Suzy happily got into her car. She started the engine and drove toward her university—A University.
There were still three months before the apocalypse. And with the end of the world coming, who the hell still cared about going to class?
Suzy planned to apply for a leave of absence.
If she suddenly disappeared, her academic advisor would probably call George Kale and inform him of her absence.
Once they noticed something was off, it would only invite unnecessary trouble.
***
After Suzy left, the air in the living room seemed to grow lighter.
George Kale clutched the signed agreement, barely able to suppress the excitement on his face.
It was finally his.
Fiona Smith hurried over, her eyes fixed on the documents in his hand. "Did it work?" she asked eagerly, the greed and delight in her gaze impossible to hide.
George smiled smugly. "Of course. That airhead didn't suspect a thing!"
Fiona's entire body trembled with excitement.
Over a billion was now in her hands—just like that! That was more than a billion!
So what if Elisabeth Ashford had been such a good wife to George and an amazing woman overall? She'd left behind all that wealth, and in the end, it still fell into their hands.
Tommy, who had been sitting nearby, finally put down his phone after overhearing them.
"Dad, since you got all that money for free, you should at least give me a share of it. It's only fair."
George looked at his precious son—the heir he'd worked so hard to have—and nodded repeatedly.
"Of course. Of course I'll spend money on you. You'll get anything you want."
Tommy straightened up, a glint flashing in his eyes. "How much are you planning to give me then?"
George waved his hand generously. "I'll transfer fifty million to you later. Spend it however you like."
Tommy frowned. "That's too little, isn't it? You got over a billion for free, and you're only giving me fifty million? Make it a hundred million."
A hundred million.
George hesitated briefly, but then agreed. After all, it was money that had fallen into his lap. He didn't feel the sting, especially when it was for his beloved son.
Wendy spoke up as well. "Dad, I want some too."
A hundred million at least. With that much money, she wouldn't have to worry about stockpiling supplies anymore. Easy gain.
George had always doted on his eldest daughter and agreed without hesitation.
"Alright, alright. You'll get some too. Once the paperwork is finalized, I'll transfer the money to both of you right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, George picked up his phone and called his personal lawyer.
Meanwhile, Wendy clutched the gold pendant and headed for her room.
The funding issue was solved.
Next came the space.
After entering her room, she hurriedly shut the door and locked it.
Only then did she open the box again and take out the round, gleaming gold pendant once more.