“Yes, Mr. Lopez. She’s dead. Her mother saw the videos on the school website. She never made it out of the operating room after that. Unable to cope with the loss, Scarlett jumped off the top floor of her office building,” the person replied.
“Oh, I see. Anything else?” Wyatt asked placidly.
“News about Scarlett’s suicide is currently spreading like wildfire. Do you need me to take care of that?”
“What for? Her entire family is dead. She can’t possibly cause any further damage. Do you have anything else to report? If not, I’ll be hanging up now.”
Wyatt placed the phone back on the nightstand, pulled Jessica back into his arms, and tugged the blanket over their shoulders.
The room fell into silence once again.
Jessica waited until she heard him snoring an hour later before slowly opening her eyes.
She gently lifted Wyatt’s arm and waited a few minutes to see if he would wake up. After making sure that he was still asleep, she eased her way out of his embrace.
With her feet bare, she made her way over to the nightstand and picked up the phone.
She snuck into the bathroom, locked the door, and stood next to the window as she tried to unlock the phone.
It took her two tries to get the password right.
After checking the balance in his bank account and confirming that he hadn’t changed his password, she quickly logged out and dialed a number.
It took quite a while for the person to answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, Uncle Oliver. It’s me.” Jessica tried her best to sound calm so Oliver wouldn’t notice anything off about her.
“Oh, Jessica? Where are you? I went to see you at the office, but they told me you had resigned. I saw the news about the death of Stargrasp’s owner. Was it you who—”
“Yes, they’re all dead. I’ve avenged Bianca and my parents,” Jessica replied.
“You haven’t answered my question. Where are you?”
“I’m busy with my work overseas. In fact, I forgot to bring my phone today because I was too busy. I’m calling you on my friend’s phone right now,” Jessica said in the calmest voice possible.
“You’re overseas? Then why is this phone number from Chanaea?” Oliver asked in confusion.
“My friend has a Chanaea phone number for calling home. International calls are expensive.” Not wanting to arouse his suspicion, she quickly tried to change the topic. “Anyway, I helped you and Aunt Danielle apply for Jetroina visas. I’ll transfer five hundred thousand into your bank account later, so you can pack your stuff and take Aunt Danielle on vacation. I’ll go visit you two when I get some time off work.”
“Why would you want us to go on vacation all of a sudden, Jessica? Are you sure you’re all right?” Oliver asked worriedly.
“I’m fine, Uncle Oliver. I just wanted you two to go enjoy yourselves now that everything has been taken care of. All right, make sure to take Aunt Danielle on vacation. I’ll give you a call if I’m able to visit you two,” Jessica replied with a chuckle and hung up the phone before Oliver could even respond.
She also made sure to block his number to prevent him from calling back.
After that, she used Wyatt’s bank account to transfer five hundred thousand over to Oliver.
Upon receiving confirmation of the successful bank transfer, she quickly deleted the transaction information and switched the phone off.
After that, she returned to the bed and placed the phone back on the nightstand.
She had just climbed into bed when Wyatt pulled her into his arms.
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