Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 113: Chapter 113
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Abigail's smile widened. "What's yours will find its way back to you eventually! Anyway, we're fully prepared!"
A soft, determined smile touched Sally's lips.
That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
This was her first public confrontation with Lena; nerves were inevitable.
With Lena's massive following from all walks of life, some were possibly hackers. She would probably face cyberattacks after this.
No matter what, she was ready for anything.
As Abigail said, this time, she would crush Lena utterly.
A blend of anxiety and anticipation finally lulled her to sleep.
The next morning, Sally skipped her clinic shift. After dropping Nick at school, she returned home to prepare.
Around noon, Sally's phone rang—it was Jaxon calling.
"You're not at the clinic?" Jaxon asked.
Sally reacted swiftly, making up an excuse on the spot. "Not feeling well today, so I didn't go to the clinic."
"Feeling unwell? Are you home? Should I come?"
Concern laced Jaxon's voice.
"It's nothing serious," she insisted "Rest this afternoon and I'll be fine. No need to come."
"If he comes over," Sally thought nervously, "I probably won't be able to leave."
He could watch the live stream anywhere; she had to be at the location Abigail specified to carry out their plan for the day.
"Why so eager to refuse me?" Jaxon's tone cooled. "What's up? Got another man hiding at your place?"
After hearing his words, Sally turned annoyed.
Sally stifled a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Nope."
Jaxon warned, "You'd better not be."
There was a dangerous edge to his voice.
Ding-
Just then, her phone buzzed with a WeChat notification from Abigail.
"Time to go!"
Sally casually made up an excuse and quickly hung up the phone.
Outside the clinic, Jaxon stared at his disconnected phone, a low chuckle escaping him.
He was always the one to end the call—no one ever dared hang up on him. Sally was the first who dared to do it.
'Hmph.'
Jaxon thought to himself, 'Her audacity grew daily.'
And strangely... he liked it.
Back at the company, Jaxon was just stepping into his office when a knock at the door suddenly pulled him from his thoughts.
Jaxon looked up, his tone cool. "What is it?"
He cast a sidelong glance at Caleb as he entered, his expression darkening.
"Sir, the program starts at 2 PM, it conflicts with your meeting. Would you prefer to watch the livestream or attend the meeting?"
Without a moment's hesitation, he commanded, "Reschedule the meeting. The stream takes priority."
"Understood." Caleb placed the tablet in front of him, showing the livestream booking. "The livestream will officially start at 2 PM, I've reserved it."
"Hmm." Jaxon glanced up at him, his gaze sharp. "How's Hazel's prep going?"
"I just messaged her. She said she's all set."
"Alright, you can go now."
That afternoon, Sally arrived at Abigail's friend's place.
With everything prepared, she waited quietly for the livestream to begin.
On the table before her lay a phone, a voice changer, and a computer for watching the livestream.
Abigail sat beside her, friend on the other side.
"Look! It's starting!"
Abigail exclaimed excitedly, tugging at Sally's hand and pointing at the computer.
Sally's focus snapped to the computer screen.
The stream flowed smoothly, comments flooding with fan adoration:
[Lena, you look absolutely gorgeous!]
[Lena, I'll love you forever!]
[Rumor says her treasure is priceless! Can't wait!]
[Come on, Lena's loaded—of course whatever she brings is top-notch!]
Reading through the comments, Sally couldn't help but let a cold smile tug at her lips.
'The higher she climbs now, the harder she'll fall,' she thought to herself.
This antique appraisal show featured ten guests. To keep treasures real, each had to reveal their origin.
Lena's treasure appeared sixth, making it the highlight of the entire show.
It was clear the production team had high expectations for her jade hairpin.
When it was Lena's turn, the camera swiftly cut to her.
Before her lay the crystal hairpin, encased in an elegant glass box that exuded sophistication and luxury.
"This jade hairpin was a gift from my grandmother. It's made from premium antique jade, and the stone itself is ten years old. It's truly precious. She meant it as part of my wedding heirloom... but she passed too soon to see me wear it."
As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.
The comments section was flooded with messages of sympathy.
Sally thought to herself, "This is the perfect opening."
"Sally, call now."
Abigail nudged Sally, urging her to grab her phone.
Sally gave a slight nod. "Alright."
The call connected, Abigail's friend swiftly activated the voice changer.
Sally turned on the speakerphone and placed it on the table.
She took a deep breath, her voice disguised by the voice changer, and asked, "Hello, is this the Treasure Appraisal Show's production team?"
Once the call connected, Sally broke the silence.
It was likely the director who answered. His voice was deep as he asked, "Who is this?"
"I'm the true owner of Lena's jade hairpin. Let me set the record straight. She got it through underhanded means."
The director had put the call on speaker and left his mic on, so Sally's words had already been broadcast live for everyone at the venue—and to the entire online audience as well.
Instantly, chaos erupted at the venue while the livestream chat exploded with disbelief.
[No way! This is insane!]
[Underhanded means? Wait, did she steal it?]
[Stop talking nonsense! Lena's rich, why would she ever steal anything?]
[Do you guys even know what 'underhanded means' actually means?]
Abigail looked at the screens, grinning as she gave Sally a big thumbs-up.
Before the director could react, Sally pressed on calmly, "This hairpin was a wedding gift from a late loved one. It's carved from antique jade, but it's not just ten years old—it's fifty!"
The moment those words were spoken, Lena whirled, eyes wild, searching for the voice.
Panic contorted her face, broadcast for all to see.
Lena shouted in a panic, "Lies! All lies! Don't listen to her—she's just making things up!"
"My grandmother gave it to me! "
"Director! Director! Cut the call right now!"
She paced like a caged animal, her panic written all over her face.
A soft, determined smile touched Sally's lips.
That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
This was her first public confrontation with Lena; nerves were inevitable.
With Lena's massive following from all walks of life, some were possibly hackers. She would probably face cyberattacks after this.
No matter what, she was ready for anything.
As Abigail said, this time, she would crush Lena utterly.
A blend of anxiety and anticipation finally lulled her to sleep.
The next morning, Sally skipped her clinic shift. After dropping Nick at school, she returned home to prepare.
Around noon, Sally's phone rang—it was Jaxon calling.
"You're not at the clinic?" Jaxon asked.
Sally reacted swiftly, making up an excuse on the spot. "Not feeling well today, so I didn't go to the clinic."
"Feeling unwell? Are you home? Should I come?"
Concern laced Jaxon's voice.
"It's nothing serious," she insisted "Rest this afternoon and I'll be fine. No need to come."
"If he comes over," Sally thought nervously, "I probably won't be able to leave."
He could watch the live stream anywhere; she had to be at the location Abigail specified to carry out their plan for the day.
"Why so eager to refuse me?" Jaxon's tone cooled. "What's up? Got another man hiding at your place?"
After hearing his words, Sally turned annoyed.
Sally stifled a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Nope."
Jaxon warned, "You'd better not be."
There was a dangerous edge to his voice.
Ding-
Just then, her phone buzzed with a WeChat notification from Abigail.
"Time to go!"
Sally casually made up an excuse and quickly hung up the phone.
Outside the clinic, Jaxon stared at his disconnected phone, a low chuckle escaping him.
He was always the one to end the call—no one ever dared hang up on him. Sally was the first who dared to do it.
'Hmph.'
Jaxon thought to himself, 'Her audacity grew daily.'
And strangely... he liked it.
Back at the company, Jaxon was just stepping into his office when a knock at the door suddenly pulled him from his thoughts.
Jaxon looked up, his tone cool. "What is it?"
He cast a sidelong glance at Caleb as he entered, his expression darkening.
"Sir, the program starts at 2 PM, it conflicts with your meeting. Would you prefer to watch the livestream or attend the meeting?"
Without a moment's hesitation, he commanded, "Reschedule the meeting. The stream takes priority."
"Understood." Caleb placed the tablet in front of him, showing the livestream booking. "The livestream will officially start at 2 PM, I've reserved it."
"Hmm." Jaxon glanced up at him, his gaze sharp. "How's Hazel's prep going?"
"I just messaged her. She said she's all set."
"Alright, you can go now."
That afternoon, Sally arrived at Abigail's friend's place.
With everything prepared, she waited quietly for the livestream to begin.
On the table before her lay a phone, a voice changer, and a computer for watching the livestream.
Abigail sat beside her, friend on the other side.
"Look! It's starting!"
Abigail exclaimed excitedly, tugging at Sally's hand and pointing at the computer.
Sally's focus snapped to the computer screen.
The stream flowed smoothly, comments flooding with fan adoration:
[Lena, you look absolutely gorgeous!]
[Lena, I'll love you forever!]
[Rumor says her treasure is priceless! Can't wait!]
[Come on, Lena's loaded—of course whatever she brings is top-notch!]
Reading through the comments, Sally couldn't help but let a cold smile tug at her lips.
'The higher she climbs now, the harder she'll fall,' she thought to herself.
This antique appraisal show featured ten guests. To keep treasures real, each had to reveal their origin.
Lena's treasure appeared sixth, making it the highlight of the entire show.
It was clear the production team had high expectations for her jade hairpin.
When it was Lena's turn, the camera swiftly cut to her.
Before her lay the crystal hairpin, encased in an elegant glass box that exuded sophistication and luxury.
"This jade hairpin was a gift from my grandmother. It's made from premium antique jade, and the stone itself is ten years old. It's truly precious. She meant it as part of my wedding heirloom... but she passed too soon to see me wear it."
As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.
The comments section was flooded with messages of sympathy.
Sally thought to herself, "This is the perfect opening."
"Sally, call now."
Abigail nudged Sally, urging her to grab her phone.
Sally gave a slight nod. "Alright."
The call connected, Abigail's friend swiftly activated the voice changer.
Sally turned on the speakerphone and placed it on the table.
She took a deep breath, her voice disguised by the voice changer, and asked, "Hello, is this the Treasure Appraisal Show's production team?"
Once the call connected, Sally broke the silence.
It was likely the director who answered. His voice was deep as he asked, "Who is this?"
"I'm the true owner of Lena's jade hairpin. Let me set the record straight. She got it through underhanded means."
The director had put the call on speaker and left his mic on, so Sally's words had already been broadcast live for everyone at the venue—and to the entire online audience as well.
Instantly, chaos erupted at the venue while the livestream chat exploded with disbelief.
[No way! This is insane!]
[Underhanded means? Wait, did she steal it?]
[Stop talking nonsense! Lena's rich, why would she ever steal anything?]
[Do you guys even know what 'underhanded means' actually means?]
Abigail looked at the screens, grinning as she gave Sally a big thumbs-up.
Before the director could react, Sally pressed on calmly, "This hairpin was a wedding gift from a late loved one. It's carved from antique jade, but it's not just ten years old—it's fifty!"
The moment those words were spoken, Lena whirled, eyes wild, searching for the voice.
Panic contorted her face, broadcast for all to see.
Lena shouted in a panic, "Lies! All lies! Don't listen to her—she's just making things up!"
"My grandmother gave it to me! "
"Director! Director! Cut the call right now!"
She paced like a caged animal, her panic written all over her face.
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