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

Chapter 177: Chapter 180: Revenge (2)

The evidence was right in front of him; it was hard for Ethan Lockwood not to believe it.

His brow furrowed tightly. He coldly let go of Cecilia Quincy’s shoulders and took two decisive steps back.

"Cecilia, that necklace is one-of-a-kind. If Sonia Quincy really had broken it, it would be impossible for you to still have one."

"Aren’t you going to tell me the truth?"

"I—I am telling the truth!" Cecilia Quincy scrambled forward two steps, carefully but urgently grabbing Ethan Lockwood’s arm. "Ethan, I really don’t know what’s going on! My necklace really was torn and broken by Sonia Quincy a long time ago!"

"Then how do you explain the photo Sonia Quincy has?" Ethan Lockwood pointed a finger at the projected image of Sonia, his voice cold. "The room in the photo is yours. The cabinet where the necklace was kept is also yours. And the photo was taken just two months ago!"

"Cecilia, how are you going to explain this?"

"I... I..." Cecilia Quincy repeated the word fruitlessly, unable to form a complete sentence.

Just then, on the live stream, Sonia Quincy dropped another bombshell.

"I’ve finished clarifying the first matter. Next up is the second incident where Cecilia Quincy framed me."

Sonia Quincy put the photos away and reached out to take another file folder from Mina Jennings. "After I was let out of the basement, the Quincy Family cut my living allowance to ten thousand yuan. That isn’t a small amount, but for me back then, it wasn’t nearly enough to live on. And so, Cecilia Quincy found another opportunity to mess with me."

"Around that time, Mr. Quincy had just bought a Patek Philippe watch. I don’t know how much it cost; all I know is that it mysteriously went missing. And then, I was mysteriously the one who had stolen and sold it."

[I think I’ve already figured out the truth.]

[What a coincidence... I’ve heard Cecilia Quincy’s side of this story before...]

[Let me guess what the differences are between the real version and the version Cecilia told!]

Sonia Quincy continued, "The day it happened was a Saturday. I went to a hair salon to get my newly dyed hair touched up. When I got back, I just so happened to run into Cecilia Quincy, who was returning from a shopping trip, right at the Quincy family’s main gate. The moment she saw me, she claimed she had run into me at the mall earlier and that I had gone to a second-hand luxury goods consignment shop."

"Right after she said that, Mr. Quincy’s watch couldn’t be found. It was all too much of a coincidence. The family exchanged a look and, very ’reasonably,’ suspected I had stolen Mr. Quincy’s watch to sell because my allowance wasn’t enough."

"Then, unsurprisingly, they searched my coat pocket and found a bank card with a balance of fifteen million yuan. And just like that, the charge of stealing and selling the watch was set in stone."

[Hmm, the general sequence of events is pretty much the same as what Cecilia Quincy said. Sonia Quincy probably isn’t lying about the outline.]

[So what’s the twist? How did Cecilia Quincy frame you?]

[Hurry up and show the proof! I want to see the proof!]

Sonia Quincy opened the file folder and took out a dark blue recording pen.

"The Quincy family took that bank card, so I can’t use it as evidence. I can only offer this recording as proof. Everyone, please listen closely."

With that, Sonia Quincy decisively pressed the switch on the recording pen.

After two soft hisses of static, a man’s voice suddenly emerged from the recorder.

"Remember? Of course, I remember! That’s the only Patek Philippe I’ve taken in since I opened this shop. There’s no way I’d ever forget..."

The man’s voice rang out, sentence by sentence, slowly reconstructing the process of how the Patek Philippe was sold.

Three minutes later, the recording paused.

Sonia Quincy looked at the live stream screen and said, "Now, I will prove my innocence with three points."

"First, regarding the shop owner’s statement that the girl who sold the watch was dressed in black from head to toe."

"The old me was a very flamboyant person. I don’t like dark-colored clothes; I only like bright, vibrant colors and elaborate, intricate outfits. I don’t own a single black item of clothing in my wardrobe."

"On the other hand, Cecilia Quincy loves to buy clothes in three tones: black, white, and gray. Especially black."

As she spoke, Sonia Quincy pulled three photos from the file folder.

The photos showed Cecilia Quincy’s wardrobe, which was divided into three sections.

Sonia Quincy selected one photo, held it up to the camera, and thoughtfully explained to the viewers, "This section of the wardrobe is where Cecilia keeps her out-of-season clothes. Two-thirds of the clothes in here are black."

"But I’ve circled one particular outfit in red because I feel it perfectly matches the shop owner’s description."

"A solid black hoodie with two white drawstrings at the collar; the pants are also black, but loose-fitting. The shoes are sneakers—I can’t tell the brand, but they’re mostly black, with only the logo in white."

[Huh? This evidence seems a bit flimsy, doesn’t it? Isn’t that style of clothing a dime a dozen?]

[Uh... To be honest, I have an outfit like that too. My hoodie is even the exact same.]

[This doesn’t prove anything. Sonia Quincy is still a prime suspect.]

Although the live comments were scrolling by quickly, Sonia Quincy could still make out the general sentiment.

She saw the viewers’ doubts, so she decisively presented her second piece of evidence.

"If you all think that evidence is too flimsy, I have something else that can prove I wasn’t the one who sold Mr. Quincy’s watch."

"Bloom, your phone."

Mina Jennings knew what Sonia Quincy wanted and immediately handed her the phone.

She unlocked the phone, opened Douyin, and pulled up a video from her saved favorites.

The video was filmed by a well-known styling studio in Aethelburg, and it showcased the salon’s hair-dyeing skills. The person sitting in the barber’s chair, acting as the model, was none other than Sonia Quincy.

Sonia Quincy shoved the phone toward the camera, deliberately zooming in on the post time in the bottom-left corner. "This video was posted at twelve noon on August 6th. I was still at the salon getting my hair done at that time. I never left, and the salon owner can vouch for me."

As she spoke, Sonia Quincy exited the video and pulled up her chat history with the salon owner.

"I was at the salon that entire morning. So, I’d like to ask, which one of her eyes did Cecilia Quincy use to see me go to a second-hand watch consignment shop?"

[HOLY SHIT, this is rock-solid proof! Cecilia Quincy is lying again!]

[Cecilia Quincy, how many more nasty surprises are you hiding?]

[Sonia Quincy got so much evidence. Let’s see how Cecilia Quincy tries to talk her way out of this one...]

[Cecilia Quincy is finished. Her reputation in Aethelburg is going to be in tatters...]

"And another thing," Sonia Quincy added angrily. "On the day of the incident, I had chestnut-brown, shoulder-length hair. But the watch shop owner said the person who sold the watch had long, black, curly hair."

"As far as I know, long, black, curly hair has always been Cecilia Quincy’s favorite style. She’s had that hairstyle since the day she returned to the Quincy family, and she hasn’t changed it since."

"A coincidence on top of a coincidence, plus a proven lie—does my clarification still seem flimsy to everyone?"