Chapter 42 The Wests Have Visitors
Chapter 42 The Wests Have Visitors
"Fifteen billion deposited into bank account."
The notification tone made everyone watching the livestream freeze in shock.
Fifteen billion?
What kind of concept was that?
If you stacked hundred-dollar bills, wouldn't that fill an entire room?
These people with monthly incomes of only three to five thousand were actually meddling in the affairs of a big shot who could make fifteen billion with just one sentence?
This really proved that old saying—earning cabbage money while worrying about drug dealer problems.
"Impossible, impossible, this can't be happening." Joan seemed to have lost it, her lips trembling as she repeated in a small voice, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it. This is all fake. You're just a worthless piece of trash. How could you be this powerful?"
Eve lazily glanced at Joan. With that kind of mental fortitude, she dared to challenge her?
Ridiculous.
"Professor Davis, do you have anything else to say?" Eve turned her gaze to Professor Davis and the Seaside Maritime Institute students behind him, heads hanging low like defeated roosters.
Professor Davis's face looked as ugly as if he'd swallowed a fly.
Whether it was five billion or fifteen billion, he didn't care about the money.
What bothered him was that Seaside Maritime Institute's reputation had been completely dragged through the mud.
He didn't dare imagine—when he got back, would the furious principal kick him out?
"Student Eve, this was just a friendly academic exchange." No matter what, Professor Davis had to maintain some dignity. "Emerald City High School truly has outstanding talent. We at Seaside Maritime Institute have learned a great deal."
Eve smiled coldly, glancing at the livestream that was still running.
Sure enough, the chat had gone completely crazy.
Everyone was united in their contempt for Seaside Maritime Institute.
Some had even started attacking Seaside Maritime Institute's official website and leaving comments on the school's forum without mercy.
Eve saw all this but pretended she didn't.
She couldn't be bothered.
She yawned lazily, her eyes looking at Sebastian with a watery gaze.
"Anything else? If not, I'm leaving."
After speaking, she turned and walked toward the exit.
"Stop right there," a shrill voice came from behind. "Eve, stop right there."
Joan shouted and rushed at Eve like a madwoman. "Why would my dad listen to you? What about five years ago? What about Manhattan? Tell me the truth—are you my dad's mistress?"
"Mistress?"
Even the usually calm Eve's expression darkened.
She swung her hand and delivered a resounding slap.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed throughout the livestream.
"How annoying."
"Eve, you, you dare hit me? I'm telling you, even if you are my dad's mistress, you're dead."
Joan was furious. In all her years, even her father had never hit her, and now she'd been slapped by Eve, this woman who seemed as stupid as a pig.
"Your dad?" Eve sneered. "Even if your grandfather came in person, he'd have to kneel and bow to me."
Hahaha!
Joan burst out laughing, as if Eve had told the funniest joke.
"Eve, you really dare to dream. What, my dad isn't enough for you, so now you're setting your sights on my grandfather?"
Smack!
Another resounding slap rang out.
"You ungrateful daughter, shut your mouth." Roman, who had rushed over as fast as he could, arrived just in time to hear Joan's reckless words.
Unable to hold back, he delivered another resounding slap.
"Dad, Dad, you're hitting me for this woman who can't see the light of day?" Joan completely broke down, her cheeks swollen, hair disheveled, looking like a complete madwoman. "All these years you never hit me, and today you hit me for this bitch. I, I'm telling Mom. I'm making Mom divorce you."
Smack!
Roman was about to die of anger.
This Joan had really been spoiled rotten by her mother. If she didn't want to live, fine, but don't drag him down with her.
"Shut up. Kneel and apologize to Miss Red—Miss Eve."
Roman had almost called her "Red Fox," but catching Eve's warning look, he quickly changed his address.
His knees went weak and he knelt directly before Eve.
Joan beside him was pulled down to kneel as well.
"Dad, are you crazy? Making me kneel to this woman?"
Joan struggled to stand up but was forcefully pushed back down by Roman.
"Miss Eve, this matter is the Wests' fault. Whatever conditions you have, we can agree to them."
'Holy crap, what am I seeing?'
'Eve, give me back my eyes. I can't believe I'm witnessing such a horrifying scene. That's it, my eyes are done for.'
'No way, who exactly is this Eve?'
...
"Roman, control your daughter. Next time I might not be in such a good mood."
Leaving those words, Eve turned to leave.
"Stop..." Just then, another stern voice rang out, interrupting Eve's departure.
Frowning in irritation, she turned to see a white-haired old man walking in with a cane.
"Dad?"
"Grandpa?"
Roman and Joan called out in unison.
Eve raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
Looked like the Wests really had no reason to exist anymore.
One after another—did they really think she was a soft persimmon they could squeeze however they wanted?
"The resemblance, the resemblance is uncanny."
Hank didn't even glance at the two people kneeling on the ground. His cloudy eyes were now filled with excitement as he looked at Eve.
Sebastian, who had been silent all along, moved and stood directly in front of Eve.
His cold gaze, devoid of emotion, looked at the old Mr. West before him. "Mr. West, if you have something to say, you'd better say it to me."
"Mr. Cole, I didn't expect to see you here." The old Mr. West came to his senses and bowed respectfully to Sebastian, then looked at Eve again with excited eyes. "Mr. Cole, I have some private matters I'd like to discuss with Miss Eve. I hope you can accommodate me."
Private matters?
Roman, kneeling on the ground, trembled, his eyes widening as he looked at the old Mr. West, his lips quivering. "Dad, do you mean Miss Eve is, is..."
The truth was too shocking. Roman tried several times but couldn't get the rest of the words out.
"Grandpa, this is the mistress Dad keeps on the side. You can't let her fool you."
Joan struggled to her feet and ran to the old Mr. West's side, looking at Eve smugly.
She was the Wests' only daughter, the old man's favorite granddaughter.
He must have come this time to help her deal with Eve.
"Just now she scammed our family out of fifteen billion. That money was all earned bit by bit by Uncle and Aunt back then. We absolutely can't let this shameless bitch take advantage of us."