Chapter 149 The Owner of the Tanzanite is Amelia
As soon as Amelia saw this narrative, she knew it was Isabella's counterattack strategy.
They were trying to blur the entire incident.
At that moment, a massive wave of marketing in another direction appeared online—
"William just brought a female companion, that's all. William and Isabella never officially announced they were together. Didn't Amelia also appear with Jeffrey? If we're going by that logic, what does that make Amelia and Jeffrey?"
"At that auction, Isabella was the one who first raised the paddle to bid on the tanzanite. She didn't have a paddle, so of course she had to use William's. Anyone with eyes can see this was Isabella's decision. Later, when Amelia bid, she was clearly targeting Isabella and deliberately driving up the price."
"Most importantly, Isabella had no idea that Lika was Amelia at the time, so her intention was simply to use money to bid on that tanzanite for charity. On the other hand, Amelia, who knew everything, kept being difficult."
"Right, she didn't have her own paddle, so we can't use that to make assumptions."
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Online, the two sides were still arguing, though some people were being swayed.
Both sides stuck to their positions, arguing fiercely.
And the dress incident was being glossed over, with the focus shifting to both parties' behavior.
In the lounge, Jeffrey made a disgusted expression.
But remembering he was still on camera, Jeffrey pulled out something to block his phone while sending a message—
【Never seen anyone like this. If she were Zaid, I would've beaten her up first and talked later!】
Amelia smiled and looked at Jeffrey.
She replied on her phone—【She's digging her own grave.】
Jeffrey looked at Amelia, seeming to think of something, looking eager to try.
"Remember our plan from when this first broke?" Amelia said meaningfully.
Jeffrey nodded.
Of course he remembered.
When the Lika donation fraud first broke, because Amelia and William hadn't received their divorce certificate yet, their plan was to delay first.
They didn't need to wait until the final competition—they would clarify once they got the divorce certificate.
Later, because the Brown Group and the Jenkins Group suppressed the matter, they chose to strike decisively at the final competition.
But they had already prepared a clarification plan back then.
Step one was what was happening now—exposing Amelia's true identity, making the donation fraud rumor collapse on its own.
Step two was—
"The truth can't be faked," Amelia said softly.
Her fingers moved quickly, sending a message—【The tanzanite is mine. I'm the one who donated it. This is beyond question.】
Amelia's phone vibrated.
A message came through.
【This is the archive from when you purchased the tanzanite.】
Attached was a document.
It was a message from York.
Amelia raised her eyebrows, thought for a moment, then replied—【Thank you.】
York quickly responded—【Just doing my job, no need to thank me.】
With this archive, plus the records she'd left with Jeffrey and everything else, it all became more concrete.
Amelia sent the materials to the group chat and exchanged a glance with Jeffrey.
Now, they just had to see when to counterattack.
Counterattacking after the right amount of fermentation—that would produce the best effect.
And at this, Soren was very skilled!
Over there, Soren smiled and began having his people prepare.
At that moment, on the other side, in the livestream footage, Isabella appeared again, sitting in her seat.
But Isabella looked like she'd just been crying, her eyes red, looking troubled.
Ten minutes earlier.
Isabella had been crying to William while having Carl control the team to start the counteroffensive.
The questions she'd asked—William never gave her an answer in the end.
He only wiped away her tears and said, "I'll talk to her."
It seemed like a similar response to before, but this time it was different.
Because later, when she wanted to use the Brown Group's resources again to clear her negative press, Rhys refused, and she didn't dare ask again.
She could clearly see William's hesitation and his sadness after learning that Amelia was Lika.
She'd wanted to say something more then, but he had already answered Finn's call.
She could only shut up.
On the other side.
William had already left early.
He was now sitting in the back seat of the Bentley.
Rhys was driving, the car speeding toward the Brown Villa.
William looked at the scenery outside the window, his mood inexplicable.
Ten minutes earlier, he'd finally answered Finn's call.
"Get your ass back here!" came Finn's furious roar through the phone.
Finn knew about Amelia.
But by then he'd given up hope that William would bring Amelia back.
After all, everyone knew William went to watch that show for Isabella.
So Finn directly ordered William to get back to the Brown Villa immediately.
The scenery outside the window rapidly retreated. William felt his heart was in chaos.
Rhys secretly watched William through the rearview mirror. Right now, the car was filled with oppression.
【So Lika is Amelia. We're done for. How is this going to end?】 Rhys thought.
But Rhys didn't dare say anything, didn't dare ask anything, just silently drove the car very fast.
So they quickly arrived at the Brown Villa.
William had just entered when he was met with Finn's aged but stern voice—"Kneel!"
William said nothing. He just lowered his eyes slightly, then knelt before Finn's wheelchair.
Finn was furious.
He struck William with his cane.
Angrily saying, "Look at what you've done!"
"I didn't want to see your mess with that woman before, so I never watched that show. Today I only watched some because of Amelia."
"Think about it yourself—how can you face Amelia!"
"I told you so many times to cut ties with that woman, but you just wouldn't listen. You said you had your reasons. Well, tell me now, what are your reasons! Can your reasons make Amelia forgive you!"
With each sentence, the cane struck hard against William's body.
He didn't speak, his eyes full of pain.
He didn't know.
Didn't know what he was thinking right now, didn't know what he should do.
He couldn't answer Isabella's questions, couldn't figure out Amelia's attitude.
Finn's interrogation—he also couldn't provide an answer.
"Speak!" Finn demanded.
But he didn't know what to say.
At the same time, his phone started vibrating.
William took out his phone and saw it was Rhys calling.
Rhys wouldn't call at this moment unless it was urgent.
So, under Finn's fury, he braced himself and answered.
"Mr. William Brown, this is bad. News just broke online that the owner of that tanzanite from the charity auction... is Mrs. Amelia Brown."