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

Chapter 179: Chapter 182: Revenge (4)

Netizens, drawn by the trending topic, flooded the live stream, filling the screen with a torrent of abuse.

[Ethan Lockwood, you shameless bastard! Cecilia Quincy just came back and you’re already screwing her? Are you a fucking animal?]

[Fun fact: Ethan Lockwood’s Lockwood Group was founded with the full backing of the Quincy Family. And the reason the Quincys backed him was that he was about to become the fiancé of a Quincy daughter. Key point: *a* Quincy daughter, not specifically Cecilia Quincy or Sonia Quincy.]

[Huh? So you’re saying Ethan Lockwood had ulterior motives for getting close to the Quincy Family from the very beginning? He got with Sonia Quincy first, then cheated on her with Cecilia Quincy, not because he’s a player, but because he needs the Quincy Family’s influence?]

[Exactly. It doesn’t matter to him whether it’s Sonia Quincy or Cecilia Quincy. He doesn’t want love; he wants the Quincy Family’s influence. As long as she’s a biological daughter of the Quincy Family, he’d still have cheated, even if it were with some random Tom, Dick, or Harry instead of Cecilia Quincy.]

[So, to put it bluntly, this Lockwood guy is just a social climber, right? He doesn’t love anyone; he only loves the Quincy Family’s influence.]

[HAHAHAHAHA! That stupid bitch Cecilia Quincy is being completely used and she’s still counting the money for him!]

[I’ll say it again: if Cecilia Quincy deserves to be slapped, that scumbag Ethan Lockwood deserves a full-on beatdown! They can both get off my planet!]

"Ethan, is what they’re saying in the comments true?"

Cecilia Quincy pointed at the scrolling comments on the projection screen, her face filled with disappointment as she questioned Ethan Lockwood, "You don’t really love me? Were you only with me to gain the Quincy Family’s influence?"

"You just wanted to use me?"

Ethan Lockwood avoided Cecilia Quincy’s gaze. A flicker of guilt crossed his stiff expression, but only for a moment.

A moment later, he had regained his usual calm composure. He looked coldly at Cecilia Quincy and said, "Cecilia Quincy, have you forgotten who came onto me first?"

"I..." Cecilia Quincy was left speechless by his retort.

He quirked a corner of his lip into a casual, cruel smile. "Cecilia Quincy, you were the one who made the first move. I wasn’t even going to give you the time of day, but you were so enthusiastic—buying me coffee, waiting for me after class, even inviting me to a private movie theater."

"You were the one doing all the flirting. How dare you try to blame me now?"

"..."

Ethan Lockwood had an answer for everything, and Cecilia Quincy was completely unable to argue back.

Looking at the cold, cruel man before her, her heart suddenly filled with resentment.

"All you do is point the finger at me. Why don’t you check if your own ass is clean?" she glared at Ethan Lockwood, retorting defiantly. "Fine, I was shameless enough to hit on you first, but you’re hardly any better, are you?"

"You were stringing Sonia Quincy along while you were stringing me along! In front of her, you said I was just a junior from your university and that you weren’t interested in me at all. But in front of me, you said you and Sonia had no feelings for each other anymore, that *I* was the one you truly wanted to be with!"

"Ethan, you were playing both sides, leading Sonia Quincy on one minute and leading me on the next. What makes you any better than me?"

"..."

All pretense was shattered. Even though Cecilia Quincy’s accusations left Ethan Lockwood without a legitimate defense, he still found the audacity to shift all the blame onto her.

He had nothing left to lose, so he could be completely shameless.

"Cecilia Quincy, do you think I wanted to waver? That I wanted to lead you both on? I am a man with a plan, a strategist! I had the entire development of my relationship with Sonia Quincy mapped out in advance!"

"It was you who showed up and ruined my plan! It was you who seduced me and made me forget how to execute my plan! It was you who made me lose my step and caused me to waver!"

"...Heh." Cecilia Quincy laughed. "So what you’re saying is, this is all my fault? That I’m the only one to blame? And you? You’re completely innocent, rising from the mud without a single stain?"

"Isn’t it?" Ethan Lockwood shot back self-righteously.

Cecilia Quincy: "...Ethan Lockwood!"

This was the first time she had ever used his full name.

"It takes two to tango! What makes you think you’re completely blameless? If you hadn’t responded to me back then, would I have ever succeeded in reeling you in?"

Ethan Lockwood: "I didn’t want to respond to you! You were just too aggressive!"

Cecilia Quincy: "Me, aggressive? Weren’t you the one making moves? I’ve still got all those flirty messages you sent me saved. You want me to pull them up for you to see?"

The last shred of civility was torn away. Both of them, completely triggered, started tearing into each other in the conference room like a pair of snarling dogs.

The soundproofing in the conference room wasn’t great. Their shouting echoed throughout the entire floor, and a crowd of onlookers gathered in the hallway to watch the drama unfold.

Meanwhile, in the office building next door, Sonia Quincy was continuing with her public statement.

"As for the recent, sensational story about ’Sonia Quincy soliciting a gigolo while pregnant,’ I find it utterly absurd. Let me state this clearly: I have never, in any venue, hired a male escort. Secondly, I’d like to show you all a photograph."

As she spoke, Sonia Quincy picked up her phone, pulled up a photo, and showed it to the live stream camera.

"Although this photo was taken surreptitiously, the image is sharp and captures the full scene. We can clearly see two people in it: one is Cecilia Quincy, and the other is an employee from the Siren Bar, Miranda Morgan. And what a coincidence—this Miranda Morgan is the same red-haired woman who showed up at my house demanding money the other day."

"What’s even more of a coincidence is that this photo was taken on November first, yet Miranda Morgan and her people came looking for me on November third. The two events happened just two days apart. It makes it very easy to draw certain conclusions, doesn’t it?"

[Holy shit, I think I’m starting to piece together what really happened.]

[Cecilia Quincy, you fucking devious bitch! So all this shit was your doing!]

[@SnowingInAethelburg, hurry! Kick Cecilia Quincy out of our wealthy wives’ group chat! We can’t have trash like her in there!]

"But, as it happens, I have a piece of testimony right here that can confirm all those suspicions."

Sonia Quincy smiled faintly at the camera and played the audio recording of Miranda Morgan’s confession.

"No smoking."

The recording began with that command from Sonia Quincy. After a few seconds of silence, Miranda Morgan’s voice slowly began to speak.

"Sonia Quincy, I only agreed to Cecilia Quincy’s plan because I had no other choice."

"My younger brother is getting married soon, and his fiancée is demanding an 800,000-yuan bride price. I’ve emptied my own savings, and I still can’t come up with that much money."

"You know what my parents are like—they’ve always favored my brother over me. I had excellent grades growing up, but they still forced me to drop out of school at fifteen to go work and earn money. Almost all the money I’ve made over the years has gone to them. By scrimping and saving every penny, I’ve only managed to put away a little less than 400,000. There’s no way I can afford a bride price of 800,000!"