Trust Fund Heiress's Revenge: His Betrayal Earned 30 Years - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Public opinion fermented quickly.
Rhett immediately launched damage control.
He deleted trending hashtags and issued legal letters accusing me of defamation.
He even accepted a financial interview discussing "emotional risks of women in family business succession."
"My wife has been grieving her father's loss. Her emotions are somewhat unstable."
"She has some misunderstandings about modern financial instruments."
"As her husband, I have a responsibility to protect her from being swayed by emotions and making irrational decisions."
Rhett was as self-righteous as ever, portraying my revenge as a woman's tantrum.
And Nina not only didn't restrain herself but escalated.
She held several livestreams, tearfully playing the victim.
"Rhett and I are true love. We've been together since college. Lydia just doesn't know how to cherish what she has."
She even posted a Photoshopped photo.
In it, Nina and my father appeared harmonious together.
The caption read: "Mr. Ward always liked me. He recognized Rhett's and my relationship early on."
She was trying to use my father's name to whitewash herself.
I turned off my phone.
None of this mattered anymore.
Preston told me the IRS had secretly begun investigation.
"What's Rhett doing lately?" I asked Preston.
"He's preparing for next week's 'Global Wealth Management Summit.'"
"He's the keynote speaker."
I smiled.
"What's he speaking about?"
"The topic is: 'Risk Isolation Role of Offshore Trusts in Wealth Succession.'"
How ironic.
He was using my family's tragedy as his success story.
"This will be the pinnacle of his career," Preston said. "Global broadcast, all eyes on him."
"Good. Then we'll send him to hell at his very peak."
The night before the summit.
I hacked into the estate's surveillance system.
This was our home—I had set up the surveillance system myself, so I had a backdoor.
A party was being held in the living room.
Rhett wore a white suit, looking like a prince.
He held Nina, cutting a three-tier cake.
"Rhett, I'm so happy."
Nina's face was full of joy.
"After the summit ends next week, we can vacation on our private island."
"Of course, baby."
Rhett kissed her forehead.
"Lydia is still trying to find people to sue us! So annoying."
"She's just a clown." Rhett sipped champagne.
"Does she think she'll get money from the divorce? She won't get a penny from the trust fund assets."
"After the summit, I'll complete the final asset transfer. Then Ward Group will be completely mine."
Nina playfully pouted, "Ours—mine and our two sons'."
Rhett laughed. "Right, ours."
He raised his glass: "Tonight we celebrate not just the future, but farewell to those inefficient, outdated wealth management methods of the past!"
In the surveillance footage, Rhett looked full of vitality and confidence.
He had no idea that death's scythe was already at his throat.
Preston called me.
"Lydia, everything is ready."
"The IRS and Interpol have arrived at the summit venue."
I stared at Rhett on screen.
Enjoy your last night of revelry.
Tomorrow, I'll strip away everything from you, and the whole world will see you with nothing.
Rhett immediately launched damage control.
He deleted trending hashtags and issued legal letters accusing me of defamation.
He even accepted a financial interview discussing "emotional risks of women in family business succession."
"My wife has been grieving her father's loss. Her emotions are somewhat unstable."
"She has some misunderstandings about modern financial instruments."
"As her husband, I have a responsibility to protect her from being swayed by emotions and making irrational decisions."
Rhett was as self-righteous as ever, portraying my revenge as a woman's tantrum.
And Nina not only didn't restrain herself but escalated.
She held several livestreams, tearfully playing the victim.
"Rhett and I are true love. We've been together since college. Lydia just doesn't know how to cherish what she has."
She even posted a Photoshopped photo.
In it, Nina and my father appeared harmonious together.
The caption read: "Mr. Ward always liked me. He recognized Rhett's and my relationship early on."
She was trying to use my father's name to whitewash herself.
I turned off my phone.
None of this mattered anymore.
Preston told me the IRS had secretly begun investigation.
"What's Rhett doing lately?" I asked Preston.
"He's preparing for next week's 'Global Wealth Management Summit.'"
"He's the keynote speaker."
I smiled.
"What's he speaking about?"
"The topic is: 'Risk Isolation Role of Offshore Trusts in Wealth Succession.'"
How ironic.
He was using my family's tragedy as his success story.
"This will be the pinnacle of his career," Preston said. "Global broadcast, all eyes on him."
"Good. Then we'll send him to hell at his very peak."
The night before the summit.
I hacked into the estate's surveillance system.
This was our home—I had set up the surveillance system myself, so I had a backdoor.
A party was being held in the living room.
Rhett wore a white suit, looking like a prince.
He held Nina, cutting a three-tier cake.
"Rhett, I'm so happy."
Nina's face was full of joy.
"After the summit ends next week, we can vacation on our private island."
"Of course, baby."
Rhett kissed her forehead.
"Lydia is still trying to find people to sue us! So annoying."
"She's just a clown." Rhett sipped champagne.
"Does she think she'll get money from the divorce? She won't get a penny from the trust fund assets."
"After the summit, I'll complete the final asset transfer. Then Ward Group will be completely mine."
Nina playfully pouted, "Ours—mine and our two sons'."
Rhett laughed. "Right, ours."
He raised his glass: "Tonight we celebrate not just the future, but farewell to those inefficient, outdated wealth management methods of the past!"
In the surveillance footage, Rhett looked full of vitality and confidence.
He had no idea that death's scythe was already at his throat.
Preston called me.
"Lydia, everything is ready."
"The IRS and Interpol have arrived at the summit venue."
I stared at Rhett on screen.
Enjoy your last night of revelry.
Tomorrow, I'll strip away everything from you, and the whole world will see you with nothing.
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