Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen

Chapter 122

Ophelia cornered Janice, shaking her with a heated grip on her shoulders.

“What the hell is going on! Didn’t I tell you to look after Eileen? Is this your definition of looking after? How did her room key end up in Egbert’s hand?”

Janice, dizzy from the shaking, stuttered out an explanation.

After listening, Ophelia summed it up. “So, you’re saying Eileen goes to Egbert’s room to watch movies every day. When Egbert’s not there, she lets herself in. She falls asleep halfway through, and when Egbert comes back, he carries her back to her own room. After carrying her multiple times, Egbert just gave her a key?”

Janice nodded vigorously. “Exactly, they have this open, above-board working relationship.”

Ophelia was speechless. What kind of working relationship was this?

Ophelia knew it was too late to get angry now. She held back her anger and went back to Eileen.

Eileen was still eating breakfast, and her face almost buried in her plate. Seeing Ophelia back, she asked enthusiastically, “Want some?”

Ophelia snorted, “I’m too pissed to eat!”

Eileen put down her utensils, moved a bit closer with a smile on her face, and asked, “Ophelia, you said I’m rich now. Where’s my money?”

Ophelia irritably pulled out a bank card from her bag and threw it to her. “The PIN is all zeros. Take it and scram!”

Eileen quickly took the card and pulled out her phone. Ophelia leaned back in her chair, drumming her fingers on the table.

Eileen was busy with her phone.

“Listen to what I’m saying…” Before Ophelia could finish, her phone rang.

It was a text message. At first, Ophelia didn’t pay much attention, but then she received dozens of messages.

She checked her phone and saw that the money in the bank account she had opened for Eileen was being transferred out like a running stream. Not a one-time transfer, but small amounts being transferred out continuously, eventually flowing into over eighty different stock accounts.

“What are you doing?” Ophelia looked at Eileen in surprise. “You’re transferring money to buy stocks? And divided it into dozens of accounts?”

Eileen, having blown through nineteen thousand dollars, put away her phone and started slurping her pasta again.

Ophefia frowned. “I’m talking to you.”

Eileen lifted her head, didn’t say anything but asked expectantly, “Ophelia, what’s my next job? I want to start working as soon as possible.”

Ophelia felt something was off about Eileen’s state. She became serious. “Eileen, I don’t want to mess with your personal affairs, but our contract with the company is for four more years. Unless something unexpected happens, we’ll be colleagues for the next four years. Is there something you need to tell me?”

Eileen just looked at Ophelia expectantly, without saying a word.

Ophelia continued, “At first, you really didn’t have money. But later, from the income calculation of Traveller 5+1, you had quite a decent income every month. Even if you’re poor, there’s a limit. Why is your money never more than fifty dollars? Where do you spend all your money?”

Eileen closed her mouth, lowered her head, and started eating noodles again.

“Eileen!” Ophelia was starting to get angry. “Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

Eileen finished her noodles, wiped her mouth, and then looked at Ophelia. She said slowly, “I plan to use multiple accounts, disguise as retail investors, and acquire some edge shares of a company. I’ll consolidate the funds at the right time, exert financial pressure, and then use some methods to guide the market. If everything goes smoothly, with just one operation, I can use a million dollars as principal, and in four months at the earliest or a year at the latest, I can bankrupt a large company with a market value of over six hundred and ninety million.”

Ophelia listened to her words, completely not understanding. “What are you talking about?”

Eileen said softly, “See, you don’t understand even if I tell you.”

“I understand!” Ophelia looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, then asked in a low voice, “Who are you trying to bankrupt?”

Eileen picked up some grilled meat from the table and said, “Of course, my enemy.”

“What enemy?” Ophelia’s eyes widened.

“Ophelia.” Eileen offered a piece of grilled meat to Ophelia. Her eyes suddenly became deep, her expression serious. “There are some things, Ophelia, that are better for you not to know.”

About ten minutes later, Egbert finally came back with a box of cake.

Eileen rushed to find him.

Ophelia watched them laughing and talking, feeling very uncomfortable. She called Elleen, “We should go now. Get in the car.”

Then she said to Egbert, “Egbert, thank you for taking care of Eileen. But we have to go now. We have a noon flight. If we don’t go now, we’ll be late.”

Egbert glanced at Ophelia, then at Eileen, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Hmm.”

Five minutes later.

Ophelia sat in the back seat of the car, weakly watching Egbert and Eileen.

She asked Janice beside her, “Why does Egbert have so much time? He’s even personally sending her to the airport. Isn’t he the male lead? Isn’t he busy?”

Janice shrunk her neck, not daring to speak. She felt that no matter what she said, Ophelia would get angry.

Egbert asked Eileen, “What are your plans next?”

Eileen shook her head. “Ophelia hasn’t said anything yet. We might need to go back for casting.”

When they arrived at the airport, Eileen saw Ophelia waiting for her. She opened the car door and said to Egbert, “Remember to check your phone later.” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Huh?” Egbert looked puzzled.

Eileen smiled faintly. “Just remember to check. There’s a surprise. I promise you’ll love it!”

Egbert chuckled and nodded. “Stay safe”

Eileen got out of the car and ran to meet Ophelia and Janice. The three of them walked into the airport together. It wasn’t until they were completely out of sight that Egbert turned the steering wheel, ready to bolt.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

He remembered what Eileen had just said. Egbert chuckled and pulled out his phone. He had received a transfer notification, accompanied by a message from Eileen.

[Here’s your pyramid clock dough back. Even though I’m strapped for cash, I gotta settle my debts first. Surprised? Like it? Ha, I bet you do. Who wouldn’t like money, right?]