Trust Fund Heiress's Revenge: His Betrayal Earned 30 Years - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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I felt a chill.
This wasn't a business dispute—this was criminal activity.
"Lydia, we need to prepare a little gift for the IRS."
Over the next month, Preston's team and I worked tirelessly.
We combed through all of Ward Group's overseas accounts from the past five years.
Rhett had been very careful, but wherever money flows, traces remain.
While I was diligently collecting evidence, Rhett keenly sensed danger.
He called, his voice full of condescending mockery.
"Lydia, I hear you've been asking around about me lately. What, still haven't given up?"
"You still want to use your pitiful legal knowledge to challenge the perfect firewall I've set up?"
I calmly gripped my phone, flipping through trust documents.
"Rhett, I have indeed discovered some interesting things that will surprise you."
The phone went silent for a moment, then came a cold laugh.
"Lydia, you can't even afford food now. Even if you starved to death on the street, no one would help dispose of your body."
I listened to Rhett's threats without changing expression.
"Rhett, your biggest weakness is your arrogance. Just wait!"
I didn't wait for his response and hung up directly, continuing to search for evidence.
"This isn't enough," Preston said.
"We need more specific evidence proving he had both motive and ability to squander these illegal proceeds."
I began collecting Rhett and Nina's social media—Instagram, Twitter, TikTok.
Nina was a woman who loved showing off.
Her Instagram posts were full of luxury goods, yachts, private jets.
"The Bordeaux vineyard Rhett gave me."
"Kimi's third birthday gift—a private island in the Bahamas."
"New Hermès arrivals, thank you, baby."
Every photo was bought with my father's money.
"Very good."
Preston saved all the screenshots.
"These will be presented as evidence."
We compiled all materials into a thick report and anonymously sent it to the IRS Criminal Investigation Division.
"Now we wait."
"Just wait like this?"
"Of course not. The fire is lit. We need to add some fuel."
Preston looked at Nina's showing-off photos.
"Lydia, do you know what story the public loves most?"
"What?"
"Rags to riches, family betrayal, and gold-digging mistresses."
I packaged Nina's bragging photos with the bank records of Rhett refusing payment when my father was critically ill, and sent them to all New York financial gossip media.
The headline was already in my mind: "The Billionaire Heir's Blood, Sweat, and Tears: Wall Street 'Parasite' Embezzles Wife's Fortune, Uses Father-in-Law's Life-Saving Money to Support Mistress."
Less than an hour after posting, it spread rapidly.
In the internet age, people care less about financial fraud and more about juicy scandals.
"Holy shit, this guy is cold-blooded."
"Typical 'parasite' climbing the social ladder, eating the old man's inheritance."
"The mistress's bag is worth enough to last me a lifetime."
"The Ward family heiress is so unlucky. Her dad died, her money was stolen, and now her husband is gone too."
For the first time, Rhett's name appeared not in the financial section, but as entertainment headlines.
Watching the screen full of comments, I felt strangely calm.
Rhett, don't you care most about your elite persona?
Now I'll personally tear it to shreds.
This wasn't a business dispute—this was criminal activity.
"Lydia, we need to prepare a little gift for the IRS."
Over the next month, Preston's team and I worked tirelessly.
We combed through all of Ward Group's overseas accounts from the past five years.
Rhett had been very careful, but wherever money flows, traces remain.
While I was diligently collecting evidence, Rhett keenly sensed danger.
He called, his voice full of condescending mockery.
"Lydia, I hear you've been asking around about me lately. What, still haven't given up?"
"You still want to use your pitiful legal knowledge to challenge the perfect firewall I've set up?"
I calmly gripped my phone, flipping through trust documents.
"Rhett, I have indeed discovered some interesting things that will surprise you."
The phone went silent for a moment, then came a cold laugh.
"Lydia, you can't even afford food now. Even if you starved to death on the street, no one would help dispose of your body."
I listened to Rhett's threats without changing expression.
"Rhett, your biggest weakness is your arrogance. Just wait!"
I didn't wait for his response and hung up directly, continuing to search for evidence.
"This isn't enough," Preston said.
"We need more specific evidence proving he had both motive and ability to squander these illegal proceeds."
I began collecting Rhett and Nina's social media—Instagram, Twitter, TikTok.
Nina was a woman who loved showing off.
Her Instagram posts were full of luxury goods, yachts, private jets.
"The Bordeaux vineyard Rhett gave me."
"Kimi's third birthday gift—a private island in the Bahamas."
"New Hermès arrivals, thank you, baby."
Every photo was bought with my father's money.
"Very good."
Preston saved all the screenshots.
"These will be presented as evidence."
We compiled all materials into a thick report and anonymously sent it to the IRS Criminal Investigation Division.
"Now we wait."
"Just wait like this?"
"Of course not. The fire is lit. We need to add some fuel."
Preston looked at Nina's showing-off photos.
"Lydia, do you know what story the public loves most?"
"What?"
"Rags to riches, family betrayal, and gold-digging mistresses."
I packaged Nina's bragging photos with the bank records of Rhett refusing payment when my father was critically ill, and sent them to all New York financial gossip media.
The headline was already in my mind: "The Billionaire Heir's Blood, Sweat, and Tears: Wall Street 'Parasite' Embezzles Wife's Fortune, Uses Father-in-Law's Life-Saving Money to Support Mistress."
Less than an hour after posting, it spread rapidly.
In the internet age, people care less about financial fraud and more about juicy scandals.
"Holy shit, this guy is cold-blooded."
"Typical 'parasite' climbing the social ladder, eating the old man's inheritance."
"The mistress's bag is worth enough to last me a lifetime."
"The Ward family heiress is so unlucky. Her dad died, her money was stolen, and now her husband is gone too."
For the first time, Rhett's name appeared not in the financial section, but as entertainment headlines.
Watching the screen full of comments, I felt strangely calm.
Rhett, don't you care most about your elite persona?
Now I'll personally tear it to shreds.
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