Trust Fund Heiress's Revenge: His Betrayal Earned 30 Years - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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Global Wealth Management Summit.
The venue was packed, with the event being broadcast live globally.
I sat in front of my computer, watching the livestream.
The chat was filled with praise for Rhett from financial professionals.
"Mr. Rhett is an authority in the trust industry."
"Looking forward to Mr. Rhett's brilliant insights."
After the host's introduction, Rhett walked onto the stage amid applause.
He wore an expensive custom suit, radiating the aura of a Wall Street elite.
"Good afternoon, everyone."
"Today, I will explore a core issue with you: how to use offshore trusts to achieve risk isolation and perpetual succession of family wealth."
He opened his PowerPoint.
It displayed Ward Group as a case study.
He had stolen my family's assets and turned them into his personal case study.
"In traditional wealth management models, we often see family wealth rapidly diminish due to irrational decisions by heirs."
"For example, the Ward Group case..."
He spoke confidently, describing my father's management as "outdated" and my resistance as "emotional."
He portrayed himself as the "professional" who saved the crisis.
My stomach churned with nausea.
Rhett, you've climbed so high by stepping on my father!
After the speech came the Q&A session.
A man stood up from the back of the venue.
It was Preston.
He walked straight toward the stage.
When Rhett saw him, he was clearly stunned.
"Preston? What are you doing here?"
Preston approached Rhett and smiled.
"I'm not here to ask questions. I'm here to expose you."
He turned to face the entire audience, his voice booming.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Rhett is not a wealth management expert."
"He's a fraud, a thief, and a parasite."
The entire venue fell silent.
The livestream chat exploded.
"What the hell is happening?"
"Is this sabotage?!"
Rhett's face turned red with anger.
"Preston! You're slandering me! I'll sue you for defamation! Where's security? Get him out!"
Preston pulled a stack of documents from his pocket and threw them on the podium.
"This is evidence of you forging Ward Group trade flows for tax evasion and money laundering."
"This is evidence of you violating trust agreements, eliminating the trustor (your wife), and illegally benefiting your illegitimate son!"
"Your so-called 'risk isolation' isolated your father-in-law's life-saving money and your wife's legitimate rights!"
Rhett's face instantly went white.
"You... this is false accusation, it's slander!"
Just then, the venue's main screen suddenly went black.
Then the estate surveillance footage I had copied last night was projected onto the big screen.
Rhett's voice echoed loudly: "After the summit ends, Ward Group will be completely ours."
The entire venue fell silent.
Then my voice came through the venue's sound system.
"Rhett, your future ends here."
"By me—Lydia—personally sending you to hell."
The venue doors were suddenly pushed open.
Dozens of officers from Interpol and the IRS Tax Enforcement Division rushed in, heading straight for the stage.
"Mr. Rhett."
The lead officer flashed his badge.
"We suspect you of involvement in international financial fraud, massive tax evasion, and money laundering."
"This is your arrest warrant."
Two officers stepped forward and restrained Rhett.
"No! You can't arrest me! I am..."
"Click."
Cold handcuffs were placed on the hands he used to sign billion-dollar contracts.
The global broadcast cameras clearly captured this moment.
I turned off the livestream.
The crisp "click" of the handcuffs still seemed to echo in my ears.
Rhett, game over.
The venue was packed, with the event being broadcast live globally.
I sat in front of my computer, watching the livestream.
The chat was filled with praise for Rhett from financial professionals.
"Mr. Rhett is an authority in the trust industry."
"Looking forward to Mr. Rhett's brilliant insights."
After the host's introduction, Rhett walked onto the stage amid applause.
He wore an expensive custom suit, radiating the aura of a Wall Street elite.
"Good afternoon, everyone."
"Today, I will explore a core issue with you: how to use offshore trusts to achieve risk isolation and perpetual succession of family wealth."
He opened his PowerPoint.
It displayed Ward Group as a case study.
He had stolen my family's assets and turned them into his personal case study.
"In traditional wealth management models, we often see family wealth rapidly diminish due to irrational decisions by heirs."
"For example, the Ward Group case..."
He spoke confidently, describing my father's management as "outdated" and my resistance as "emotional."
He portrayed himself as the "professional" who saved the crisis.
My stomach churned with nausea.
Rhett, you've climbed so high by stepping on my father!
After the speech came the Q&A session.
A man stood up from the back of the venue.
It was Preston.
He walked straight toward the stage.
When Rhett saw him, he was clearly stunned.
"Preston? What are you doing here?"
Preston approached Rhett and smiled.
"I'm not here to ask questions. I'm here to expose you."
He turned to face the entire audience, his voice booming.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Rhett is not a wealth management expert."
"He's a fraud, a thief, and a parasite."
The entire venue fell silent.
The livestream chat exploded.
"What the hell is happening?"
"Is this sabotage?!"
Rhett's face turned red with anger.
"Preston! You're slandering me! I'll sue you for defamation! Where's security? Get him out!"
Preston pulled a stack of documents from his pocket and threw them on the podium.
"This is evidence of you forging Ward Group trade flows for tax evasion and money laundering."
"This is evidence of you violating trust agreements, eliminating the trustor (your wife), and illegally benefiting your illegitimate son!"
"Your so-called 'risk isolation' isolated your father-in-law's life-saving money and your wife's legitimate rights!"
Rhett's face instantly went white.
"You... this is false accusation, it's slander!"
Just then, the venue's main screen suddenly went black.
Then the estate surveillance footage I had copied last night was projected onto the big screen.
Rhett's voice echoed loudly: "After the summit ends, Ward Group will be completely ours."
The entire venue fell silent.
Then my voice came through the venue's sound system.
"Rhett, your future ends here."
"By me—Lydia—personally sending you to hell."
The venue doors were suddenly pushed open.
Dozens of officers from Interpol and the IRS Tax Enforcement Division rushed in, heading straight for the stage.
"Mr. Rhett."
The lead officer flashed his badge.
"We suspect you of involvement in international financial fraud, massive tax evasion, and money laundering."
"This is your arrest warrant."
Two officers stepped forward and restrained Rhett.
"No! You can't arrest me! I am..."
"Click."
Cold handcuffs were placed on the hands he used to sign billion-dollar contracts.
The global broadcast cameras clearly captured this moment.
I turned off the livestream.
The crisp "click" of the handcuffs still seemed to echo in my ears.
Rhett, game over.
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