Bankrupt Tycoon? No Problem – This Villainess Will Make Him Rich Again

Chapter 137: Chapter 140: Wheedling and Deceiving, a Successful Deal

"..." At her words, Yvette Fuller eyed Sonia Quincy up and down with a guarded look before cautiously asking, "What two paths?"

The corners of Sonia Quincy’s eyes lifted, her gaze holding a subtle pressure. "First, answer me this: do you want a way to make this kind of money?"

"...Who wouldn’t want a way to make money?" Yvette Fuller looked away, a hint of guilt in her eyes. Her gaze shifted to the fallen leaves swirling on the ground. "Sonia Quincy, I have an idea of what you’re getting at. You can just say it."

Sonia Quincy raised her eyebrows and obliged.

"Let’s start with the first path, the one I’m offering. If you’re willing to give me the proof you have that Azure Studio and the Lockwood Group conspired to frame the Preston Group for plagiarism, I’ll let you name your price. I’ll also introduce your husband to an internationally renowned psychologist. And I’ll cover all of the psychologist’s fees."

For someone in Yvette Fuller’s current situation, the offer was incredibly tempting. But along with the allure, a sliver of panic began to set in.

"You even found out about the Lockwood Group?" she asked in disbelief, staring into Sonia Quincy’s impassive eyes.

The corner of Sonia Quincy’s mouth twitched into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "So, you’re admitting that you do have proof of the Lockwood Group’s collusion with Azure Studio?"

"..." Yvette Fuller blinked blankly, only then realizing that Sonia Quincy had just trapped her with her own words.

"Heh..." She gave a bitter, sarcastic laugh, her tone somewhere between an insult and a compliment. "I never would have guessed. The vicious, low-class Sonia Quincy from the rumors is actually such a formidable person."

Sonia Quincy didn’t take offense. In fact, her reply was quite serious. "You can’t believe rumors. For now, you should consider whether you want to accept my offer."

Now that everything was out in the open, Yvette Fuller felt there was no longer any need to beat around the bush.

She turned to look at Sonia Quincy’s pale face and said honestly, "I’d like to agree, but if I give you what I have, wouldn’t Ethan Lockwood and Liam Joyce know I’ve turned on them? Who’s going to guarantee my husband’s and my safety then?"

"I will." Evan Yates, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. He pulled a business card from his coat pocket and held it out to Yvette Fuller. "This man is a friend of mine. He’s in that line of work. If you’re willing to hand over what you have, I’ll have him provide close protection for you and your husband. If necessary, he’ll even send people to get you out of Aethelburg."

"...Really?" Her wavering was all too obvious.

Evan Yates: "Really."

"..." Yvette Fuller lowered her gaze to the business card, her brow furrowed in a tight knot.

Seeing this, Sonia Quincy chimed in, giving Yvette’s wavering resolve the final push.

"Honestly, I don’t think you need to be so scared. We’re coming to you for this evidence specifically to take down Ethan Lockwood. But it’s impossible to take him down completely with just this one piece of proof. So you should understand that we won’t expose it immediately after we get it."

"If all goes to plan, by the time Liam Joyce and Ethan Lockwood find out about this, their companies will already be on the brink of collapse. At that point, they’ll barely be able to save themselves, so how would they find the time to come after you?"

"Besides, didn’t we just promise to have the man on that card protect you and your husband? No matter what happens out there, you two will be perfectly safe."

As she spoke, Sonia Quincy’s tone was deliberately soft and slow. Her gaze, fixed on Yvette Fuller, was kind and gentle—a look that was both highly deceptive and persuasive.

As expected, between Sonia Quincy’s coaxing and the pressure of her own desperate need for money, Yvette Fuller accepted the offer.

"If you can truly keep my husband and me from getting caught up in your feud, then I’ll accept your terms. But before that, I need to know the name of this internationally renowned psychologist you mentioned."

"..." Sonia Quincy froze for a few seconds, then immediately pulled out her phone and sent a message to Mina Jennings.

"I’ll get you his contact information right now."

—*Ms. Jennings, Ms. Jennings, is your boyfriend back in the country yet? (Meme emoji: Fly rubbing its hands)*

Mina Jennings was off today, so she was able to reply instantly for once.

—*He’s been back for two days. What, do you have some psychological issues you need to consult him about?*

Sonia Quincy: *It’s not me, it’s a friend of mine who has issues. (Meme emoji: Fly rubbing its hands)*

"Sister-in-law, you’re promising things you haven’t even secured yet?" Evan Yates’s expression was a little horrified as he read Sonia Quincy’s chat.

"What do you know?" Sonia Quincy bumped him with her arm. "This is called thinking on your feet!"

Evan Yates: "Oh."

It took a moment for Mina Jennings to reply.

—*Are your friend’s psychological issues serious?*

Sonia Quincy: *Very serious! They’re living in a sanatorium right now.*

Mina Jennings: *Okay, how about this? For your sake, I’ll pull some strings and get them an appointment. Just see when your friend is free and have them go to my boyfriend’s psychiatric clinic to see him.*

’Yes!’ Sonia’s heart soared with the success of her "act first, report later" strategy.

To show her gratitude, she spammed Mina Jennings with two cringey messages.

—*I love you with a crazy passion, a love so fierce it’s selfless, it’s life-consuming! Love! Love! Love!*

—*My love for you is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it, but only I can feel the warmth!*

Mina Jennings: ...

Mina Jennings: *Shut it! Don’t make me slap you on this day of universal celebration.*

Sonia Quincy: *Then this servant shall take her leave. And I’ll be gone for a while.*

Mina Jennings: *You can take your leave for even longer, actually. Just don’t forget to turn in your manuscript.*

The phrase "turn in your manuscript" could expose her cover. The instant Sonia saw it, she decisively flipped the phone screen and showed it to Yvette Fuller before Evan Yates could notice anything was amiss.

"I have the psychologist’s contact information. Just give me what I need, and I’ll send it to you. You can contact the doctor directly then."

Yvette Fuller rested her hands on her knees, anxiously fiddling with the hem of her trench coat for a moment before asking, "So what’s the second path?"

Sonia Quincy wasn’t a fool. She wasn’t about to give away all her money-making schemes for free. "Let me get what I want first," she said. "Only then will I tell you how to profit from this situation."

Yvette Fuller frowned, but she didn’t hesitate for long before agreeing to Sonia Quincy’s demand. The terms Sonia offered were exactly what she needed most right now.

"Fine. I’ll give you what you want."

...

The deal went much more smoothly than Sonia Quincy had imagined. It was a clean exchange: money for goods. Sonia quickly obtained the document that could prove the Preston Group’s innocence.

—*Sonia Quincy, can you tell me what the second way to make money is now?*

Yvette Fuller sent this message to Sonia Quincy from the car on her way back.