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

Chapter 171: Chapter 174: Posting a Video to Drop the Hammer

The noisy WeChat group instantly fell silent. The three of them waited obediently in the group chat for Sonia Quincy to assign their tasks.

"Ahem..." Sonia Quincy cleared her throat at her phone, putting on a serious and solemn expression.

Even though the three people on the other side of the phone couldn’t see her at all.

Bloom Preston: In a bit, I’m going to post a video on Spudster and TikTok exposing Cecilia Quincy’s plagiarism. All three of you need to like and comment on it immediately. If you’re able to, you can also post a video to support me. If not, don’t worry about it.

The moment the message was sent, all three people in the group enthusiastically responded.

MissGoody: I’m a massive influencer with over thirty million followers across all platforms, so of course I can support you! I’ll go edit a video right now!

HereForTheGossip: I use TikTok too, but I don’t have many followers. But I think if I show up as the buyer of "Everbloom," it’ll definitely draw a ton of attention. Wait for me, Bloom, I’m going to edit a video too!

Mina Jennings (I’ll lose 5lbs if I talk smack again): As your partner, my public support will probably be the most convincing. Go for it, Bloom. I’ll have your back!

Bloom Preston: We’re brothers in heart! If you ever need anything, call me... and I won’t answer!

——?????

The three of them spammed question marks in the group chat.

Bloom Preston: Just kidding... Anyway, I’m off. I need to prepare the takedown video.

After sending the last message, Sonia Quincy immediately exited WeChat, switched to TikTok, and started editing the exposure video.

This kind of video was easy to make. She just needed to post the design drafts from both parties and label them with their respective creation dates.

Sonia Quincy’s "Everbloom" was a custom commission. From finding inspiration and brainstorming elements to creating the framework and finalizing the initial draft, she had ample evidence to prove her side of the story every step of the way. Combined with the surveillance footage provided by Mina Jennings’s studio, Cecilia Quincy was going to be absolutely crushed.

The nightclub where Miranda Morgan worked was in South Aethelburg. It was at least an hour and a half drive by taxi from Sonia Quincy’s home.

At the moment, she was just over halfway there, so Sonia Quincy still had plenty of time to edit the video.

MissGoody: Bloom, my video is edited. When do you think is a good time to post?

Sonia Quincy had just finished her video when Julia Dawson sent a message in the group chat.

Sonia Quincy found a moment to reply: My video is almost done too. Wait for me to post first, then you can post yours about ten minutes after mine.

MissGoody: OK!

"Miss, we’re at the Siren Bar."

The driver stopped the car at the bar’s entrance and turned back to let Sonia Quincy know.

Sonia Quincy nodded. "Okay, thank you, sir."

She opened WeChat, scanned the code to pay the fare, then unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.

The video was completely ready. She gave it one last check, and seeing no issues, she began writing the caption.

[@CeciliaJewelry, hey miss, how did my custom bridal design become your "debut piece"? Plagiarizing is a very bad thing to do, you know. #Psycho #StupidPig #Shameless #Bitch #MajorIdiot]

Sonia Quincy was very satisfied with this caption. She lightly raised her index finger, tapped "Post" on the screen, and decisively sent the video out.

After posting, she went back to WeChat, gave the group a heads-up, then turned off her phone and strode into the Siren Bar.

It was broad daylight, so the bar wasn’t open for business at all. But there was still a waitress stationed at the front desk.

Sonia Quincy walked up to the waitress and rapped her knuckles on the marble counter in front of her.

The sound startled the waitress, who looked up from her phone in a bit of a panic.

"Sorry, the bar doesn’t open until nighttime, and... we don’t serve pregnant women."

The waitress assumed Sonia Quincy was there for a good time and immediately refused her service.

Sonia Quincy looked at her and said expressionlessly, "I’m not here as a customer. I’m here to see Miranda Morgan."

"Ms. Morgan..." When the waitress heard Miranda Morgan’s name and then looked at Sonia Quincy’s obviously pregnant belly, her expression immediately turned very strange.

"D-do you have an appointment? Ms. Morgan is the bar’s manager. You can’t just see her whenever you want."

Sonia Quincy didn’t waste her breath arguing. She just said, "My name is Sonia Quincy. Tell her Sonia Quincy is here to see her. She will definitely see me."

"Well..." The waitress was skeptical, unsure of what to do.

Sonia Quincy: "Go on, hurry. If you delay Ms. Morgan’s important business, I’m afraid you couldn’t afford the consequences even if you sold everything you own."

"..." The waitress was just a young woman new to the workforce. Sonia Quincy’s deliberate scare instantly made her panic a little.

She came out from behind the counter and pulled up a number on her phone. "Then please wait a moment. I’ll call Ms. Morgan first."

Sonia Quincy: "Mm."

The waitress made the call quickly. In less than three minutes, she returned, phone in hand.

"Ms. Morgan says you can go straight upstairs. She’s waiting for you in Room 1002."

"Thank you."

Sonia Quincy tossed out the two words and, following the original host’s memories, found the bar’s elevator.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor. Sonia Quincy stepped out and, following a familiar path, found Room 1002.

The door was ajar, and the intense THUMP THUMP THUMP of a DJ dance track spilled out from the gap.

Without hesitating, Sonia Quincy pushed the door open and walked in.

"You’re here," Miranda Morgan greeted her gently.

She was sitting on a leather sofa, leisurely sipping a glass of red wine, occasionally humming along with the music.

Sonia Quincy hated this kind of environment. Frowning, she couldn’t take it anymore and snapped, "Turn the music off!"

Miranda Morgan: "Hmm???"

Sonia Quincy’s commanding tone left Miranda Morgan a little stunned. She slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with exasperation as she looked at Sonia.

"Excuse me, this is my turf! Why should I listen to you?"

Sonia Quincy ignored her and just repeated herself: "Turn it off!"

"..."

Miranda Morgan set her wine glass on the table, crossed her legs, and leaned back into the sofa, staring at Sonia Quincy defiantly.

Sonia Quincy repeated for a second time: "Turn it off!"

"..." Although the demand made Miranda Morgan very unhappy, for some unknown reason, after a moment’s standoff, she chose to do as Sonia Quincy said.

"You’re nuts..." she muttered, glaring at Sonia Quincy. She roughly grabbed the nearby remote and shut off all the music in the room.

...

The dance music stopped abruptly, and Sonia Quincy’s ears were finally at peace.

"What do you want?" Miranda Morgan asked impatiently, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Did you finally realize that not paying your debts is immoral, so you came all the way here to pay me back?"

"...Pay you back my ass." Seeing her infuriating act, Sonia Quincy couldn’t hold back and cursed at her.

"You—" She was so flustered by the curse that she was stunned into silence, forgetting to curse back.

Sonia Quincy strode up to her, pulled a photograph from her bag, and shoved it under her nose.

"How much did Cecilia Quincy give you? Was it enough?"