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“I stayed there with her for a while,” Richard said without missing a beat. “Otherwise, how would | know that

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in?”

Rebecca wasn’t buying it. Richard opened the door and gestured for her to hurry. “Con.”

Rebecca held out her hand. “Givemy phone first. | need to send May a message. If | hang up on her out of

nowhere, she'll freak out.”

“When you hung up onlike that, did you ever think I'd be worried?” Richard said, shameless as ever.

Rebecca just stared at him. Before she could say something to distract him, the elevator doors opened. Riley

stepped out in a dark short-sleeved shirt, her short, choppy hair falling across her forehead, looking effortlessly

cool.

When Riley noticed that Rebecca was staring at her, she gave a small smile and winked. Richard followed her

gaze instinctively.

“If I'm not mistaken, this phone belongs to Rebecca,” Riley said casually. She plucked the phone from Richard's

hand, flipped it twice, and toyed with it. “Why did you take it?”

“Give it back to me!” Richard lunged for it. The phone was the only thing keeping Rebecca under his control. If it

returned to her, she wouldn't follow him to open the door, and he’d lose his chance at whatever was inside.

Riley easily dodged him and placed the phone in Rebecca's hand. “Keep it safe.”

A weight lifted off Rebecca's chest. “Thanks.”

Richard's face darkened. He was clearly annoyed at Riley’s sudden interference. “Who are you?” he demanded.

“Riley. Just a nobody,” she said, resting one hand on Rebecca's shoulder, standing like she had her back. “If you

have a problem with what I just did, we can handle it however you want.”

Richard's breathing grew heavier. He didn’t know how Rebecca knew so many lunatics. “Leave,” Rebecca said

firmly. “I'm not going with you, and there's no way anything of yours is inside.”

“If you don’t go, I'll have someone burn it down,” Richard threatened. Once he confirmed Rebecca had her

phone back and no chance to record, he leaned closer. “Burn everything inside until there's nothing left.”

“Arson’s a crime,” Rebecca snapped, trying to bring him back to reality,

“I'll give you two days to think about it,” Richard said, not joking. He left with one final warning. “If | don’t get

what | want, you'll be staring at a pile of ashes.”

Rebecca's expression hardened. Just then, her phone rang. Seeing it was May, she invited Riley inside, closed the

door, and answered. “May.”

“Why did the call cut off?” May asked.

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“My dad grabbed it. He was trying to forceto open the door for him,” Rebecca admitted. She knew too httle

about her mom. “But he’s gone now.”

May reminded her, “Don’t open it for him. Everything inside belonged to your mom. Who knows, maybe the

fortune she left you is in there, too.”

Rebecca was speechless. If that was true, all she could think about was how careless her mom had been. After a

few more reminders from May, they ended the call.

Rebecca poured Riley a glass of water and thanked her again. “Thanks for earlier. If it weren't for you, my dad

probably would've forceddownstairs by now.”

“It's Ok, Riley said, smiling.

You chere today because you need something from me, right?” Rebecca asked. She hadn't interacted much

with Riley, and since Riley had sought her out, it couldn't be like Jessica, who just wanted company for shopping

or spending money.

“Yeah, a little,” she admitted. Riley laced her fingers together in front of her. “While | was checking into Andrea, |

found out she went to the sschool as you. | wanted to ask about her.”

Rebecca was a little surprised but cooperated. “Go ahead.”

“What kind of person was she?” Riley asked.

“She adapted well,” Rebecca said, not sure how else to put it, so she stuck to the main point. “No matter the

environment, if she wanted to, she could fit in quickly.”

“Could she swim?” Riley asked again.

“I'm not really sure,” Rebecca replied.

“All right, that’s all | needed,” Riley said.

Rebecca felt a little confused. ‘Why has she only asked those few questions?’ she thought.

“Why don’t you add my contact info?” Rebecca said. She liked Riley. From the few times they'd interacted, she

felt Riley was genuinely a good person. “If you have any questions later, just askdirectly. That way you don’t

have to make another trip.”

“Sure, Riley agreed, and they exchanged contact information.

After seeing Riley off, Rebecca called Jessica to see if she could calong somewhere if she had time. Jessica

showed up immediately, without a second thought.

Half an hour later, Rebecca followed the address May had given her to Section 3 of Jelasburg Avenue. Turning at

the intersection and driving into the villa district, her mind blanked for a moment.

Honestly, she had never imagined the place May mentioned would actually be a villa. Her mom must have been

really wealthy back then.

“Number Six, here we are.” Jessica parked in front of Villa No. 6 and glanced at the tightly shut gate. “Are you

sure this is your mom'’s house?”

“May said it is,” Rebecca replied.

“Then that is it!” Jessica said firmly.

The two of them got out of the car together. Rebecca walked up to the door and pressed a switch. Before she

even had tto react, a mechanical voice said, “Welchome, little master.”

Immediately, the gate opened, revealing a living room with a sleek, minimalist design. “Wow, Ms. Jensen was

seriously rich,” Jessica exclaimed. “If I'd known you had this house, why rent? You could've just moved in.”

“I didn’t expect this either,” Rebecca admitted. Her mom rarely talked about the past, and Rebecca never asked

much.

May didn’t know Rebecca was renting a place, so she hadn't mentioned it either. It really was a perfect

misunderstanding.

“Con, let's go in and see what it’s like,” Jessica said eagerly, pulling her inside, curiosity getting the better

of her.

Rebecca followed. Looking around, she saw that after more than twenty years, the furnishings were slightly worn

but not outdated, which made her believe even more that what May said was true.

Her mom had been mysterious. Her mom had been wealthy. And her mom had been a little unlucky. The villa had

four floors in total: one underground for storage and sports, and three above for living spaces.

She went up the stairs. After a quick look around the second floor, she headed straight to the third. The third

floor had two bedrooms and a study. For sreason, she instinctively walked toward the study.

She put her hand on the doorknob. Because the room hadn't been cleaned for years, a layer of dust had

gathered. The study door opened with a click.

Inside, bookshelves were packed with books, a few rosewood chairs sat neatly, and a desk was covered with

papers and documents.

She instinctively walked over and picked up one of the files. It was dusty and yellowed from age, but the words

on the cover, Deed of Property Transfer, stood out clearly.

‘Property transfer?’ A flicker of doubt crossed Rebecca’s mind. She flipped through it and saw that the main idea

was that her mother had transferred all her property to her. The signature date was July 16, the very day her

mom's accident happened.

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