Chapter 20 Capturing the Evidence
Five days later, Windy’s phone buzzed with a text message.
She glanced at the screen and smiled, deeply satisfied.
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Her first batch of revenge money had arrived.
Three hundred million.
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She stared for a moment, counting all the zeroes with a lazy grin. Before she could even tuck her phone away, an unfamiliar number popped up on the caller ID.
She answered.
“Ms. Sue,” came a sweet, pleasant voice on the other end. “Have you received the funds? The Faint Hill property is already in process. The title transfer should be ready as early as tomorrow. Once it’s finalized, you can pick it up at Pleasure Cove.”
Windy’s mood couldn’t have been better.
Three hundred million in five days, plus a prime piece of land.
Money really can move mountains.
Her enemies all lived at the top of the food chain. Without resources, how could she ever drag them down?
“Mr. Samuel is very efficient,” Windy replied smoothly. “Please let him know that I’ll be delivering the information he wants very soon.”
“Understood, Ms. Sue. I’ll pass on the message. It’s been a pleasure working with you.”
After hanging up, Windy immediately had Victor drive her to a quiet residential area.
She stood before a high, securely locked gate.
She waited.
The sky darkened. The air grew colder.
And Windy, crouched in the shadows, stayed absolutely still.
She had been scouting the area for days.
She could have simply handed the information over to Samuel and let him send his men.
But she had her pride – she’d promised Samuel results.
And besides, three hundred million wasn’t exactly pocket change.
Tonight, she was here to deliver on that promise personally.
Finally, just as the streetlights flickered to life, the heavy gate creaked open.
Windy’s eyes lit up.
There you are.
Tonight, Darren would show.
That was why she had chosen tonight specifically.
The place was a standalone villa – isolated, private.
From the shadows, she watched a man swagger through the front door, pulling a woman into his arms with practiced ease.
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“I missed you so much, baby,” the man said, his voice low and greasy. “Here, your birthday present. Open it. See if you like it.”
The man was Darren.
And the woman
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Holly was his mistress.
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Windy’s fingers curled into fists.
Hatred flashed through her eyes.
In her last life, when she first got thrown into prison, it had been Holly who tormented her daily, ordering beatings, hurling insults.
“You filthy little rat,” Holly had sneered, punching her in the gut while others kicked her from all sides. “You think someone like you could ever steal Mr. Morgan from Ms. Elsa? Know your place. I’ll tell you right now you’re either gonna rot in here or die in here.”
She’d laughed as she said it, kicking Windy over and over.
The memory was seared into Windy’s bones.
Holly, Elsa’s loyal dog.
And Darren
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her greatest source of pride.
Windy had learned all their dirty secrets from the ground, lying battered and bleeding at their feet.
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Including Darren’s most identifying feature a ten–centimeter scar at the top of his right thigh.
Windy’s smile turned icy.
From the dark, she watched as Holly cooed and opened her gift, fawning over Darren like he hung the moon.
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Windy slid her hand into her bag and pulled out her latest toy a high–end, ten–thousand–dollar hidden camera, capable of zooming several thousand times without losing clarity.
Three days ago, she’d already snuck into Holly’s bedroom and installed tiny cameras at key points.
She was ready.
“Thank you, honey,” Holly purred, batting her lashes. “I love it. How should I repay you tonight?”
Still clinging to each other, the two stumbled inside.
Windy stayed hidden
No sudden movements. No risks.
She knew from past scouting that the bedroom cameras probably wouldn’t catch what she needed.
They were too eager, too careless, tossing their clothes all the way up the stairs.
Windy, quick as a shadow, climbed up a drainpipe to the second floor, balancing on a ledge outside the window.
Inside, the two were already tangled up in each other on the bed, the door still half–open.
Windy crouched low and started filming.
The camera whirred softly in her hands, capturing everything.
The soft lighting in the room illuminated every detail their bodies, their faces, and most importantly, Darren’s thigh.
There. Clear as day.
The scar.
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Windy snapped multiple shots, every angle, every close–up.
Inside, the pair’s disgusting voices floated out.
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“Babe, I’m a little tight on cash lately,” Darren whispered, nibbling on Holly’s ear. “Get a little more out of that old bastard for me, huh?”
“You’re unbelievable,” Holly pouted. “No wonder you bought me this present tonight. You just want money. That old man’s getting harder to fool, you know.”
Their words made Windy’s skin crawl.
Holly, sleeping with a sixty–something–year–old tycoon while fooling around with Darren behind his back.
Windy had heard enough.
Evidence secured, she slipped away the way she came, disappearing into the night without a sound.
Back on the ground, she pulled out her phone and sent the video and photos to Mr. Samuel – and to Holly’s wealthy sugar daddy.
Let the show begin.
It didn’t take long.
Ten minutes later, the screech of tires tore through the quiet night.
Windy hid across the street, watching calmly.
A line of black cars pulled up.
The tycoon
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a hulking man in his sixties kicked down the villa’s front door, a dozen bodyguards at his back.
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They stormed inside, heading straight upstairs.
Windy smiled coldly.
Inside, Darren and Holly finally realized something was wrong.
Panicked, Darren grabbed his pants off the floor, half–dressed, and bolted for the window.
He didn’t even manage to pull them up before he leapt out.
The old tycoon barely caught a glimpse of his naked back as he fled into the night.
Meanwhile, Holly was left scrambling on the bed, clutching a sheet to her chest.
The next thing Windy heard was the sound of fists slamming against flesh- and Holly’s high–pitched screams.
“You little whore!” the old man roared. “I gave you everything, and you dare bring another man into my house?”
His fists rained down mercilessly.
“You tell me who that bastard was, or I’ll kill you myself!”
Holly sobbed and begged for mercy.
Downstairs, the bodyguards returned, panting.
“Boss, someone picked him up, they reported. “We’re tracking the car now.”
The old man’s face twisted with rage.
Holly shrank into the carpet, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
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