I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2092 - 1348: Dispute

Hawaii.

Miss Vera, relaxing casually in her beach chair while the ocean waves crashed nearby and the salty breeze brushed her skin, got an unforeseen call on her phone.

She drew her knees up, pushed up her sunglasses, double-checked the caller ID to confirm she wasn't seeing things, and picked up the phone in astonishment.

"Have you heard about the plane crash that just happened in Seoul?"

Plane crash?

Why would she care about such irrelevant gossip?

Though puzzled and not quite getting it, Vera decided to reply anyway, since they were kin, not foes.

"I saw it, it was pretty tragic, almost everyone on the plane died."

The report had made its way even to Hawaii.

It appeared the story had truly gone global.

"Someone you know was also on that plane."

Vera's eyes flashed briefly, before she inquired, "Who?"

The voice on the line wasted no time, responding directly, "His surname is Jiang."

"What!"

With the sea wind whipping around her, Vera bolted upright from her lounge chair, her expression shifting wildly, the shades failing to conceal the dismay in her golden eyes.

Yet the reaction was fleeting.

Before long, she composed herself once more and let out a mocking laugh.

"Impossible."

"You can check the passenger information of that flight."

At those words, Vera's forehead creased slowly, her voice turning grave and earnest without her control.

"Cynthia, this joke isn’t funny. If something happened to Jiang, a lot of people would be in trouble. He is too important to Shen Zhou, and Shen Zhou would not take it lying down."

"He bought a ticket, but he didn’t get on the plane."

Not eased at all—if that fellow had perished so simply, it would've been hard to believe—Vera's voice stayed heavy.

"How do you know so clearly? Did you do it?"

Well then.

Even Boss Jiang, being an outsider, held no doubts, but as family, trust turned out to be in short supply.

"He just finished a call with me."

"You can feel fear too?"

"He called me," Cynthia added.

Vera fell quiet.

Her golden eyes revealed she was pondering deeply, and at a rapid pace.

Next, she posed a sharp question.

"Who did it?"

"I don’t know."

"Then why did he call you? Is he suspecting you? Cynthia, you need to clarify this matter."

That earlier doubt was just a knee-jerk response, without real consideration; a brief moment of reflection showed the other party lacked any such intent.

Besides.

In all fairness, her so-called far-off cousin possessed some standards.

"He asked me to pass a message."

"Pass a message? What message?"

To her surprise, the siblings opened up this round, as Cynthia relayed Boss Jiang's daring statements word for word, completely.

That’s right.

Father and son soldiers on the battlefield.

Family is family after all.

When facing tough or complex choices, pooling ideas together makes sense.

Vera's features twisted repeatedly in shock, until at last she burst out in rebuke, "Naive, stupid! Do you really think Jiang is that foolish, so easily handled?"

It came off as a perfect scheme, yet truly, it brimmed with flaws and was wildly impulsive!

What era is this?

Simply trusting a list of passengers as fact and charging ahead blindly.

Now, a global disaster unfolded, but the target stayed unharmed.

If it were me, I absolutely wouldn’t be this naive!

"You think it’s naive and stupid?"

"Isn’t it?" Vera clutched the phone tightly, declaring without pause, "That guy Jiang, I’ve dealt with him many times, he’s insidious and cunning, full of schemes, the most deep-minded Shen Zhou person I’ve met. When you think you’ve found his loophole, that’s when you should be most vigilant, considering carefully whether it’s a trap he deliberately set!"

Brothers quarrel within the family but repel external insults together.

Sisters are the same.

Vera set aside old grudges too, offering her words from the heart.

One could only imagine if Boss Jiang caught her honest assessment, what might run through his mind. Maybe he'd simply dust off his sleeves, utterly indifferent.

"Whether he was on that plane doesn’t matter."

Vera's brow knit at that remark, followed by several deep breaths.

"Pervert!"

On this occasion, her curse probably wasn't aimed at Mr. Jiang.

Whether he was on that plane didn’t matter. It indicated the culprit wasn't fussed if the mark got taken out right then.

Success would be great, of course.

Failure? No cause for sorrow.

At least.

The impact of intimidation or showmanship had landed.

More than a hundred souls served just as tools.

Though Miss Vera wasn't one for tender feelings, this struck her as way beyond acceptable.

She differed from Cynthia, yet she too held that certain matters demanded sticking to limits.

And now.

The line had been crossed.

In a game, players abiding by the rules lends those guidelines their power and purpose, but suppose one discards them?

Is it merely one individual's liberty?

No.

It’s that everyone gains freedom.

"No wonder that guy Jiang would say that."

"Do you think he really dares?"

Not probing, Cynthia appeared truly intrigued, and maybe this query was why she'd reached out to Vera.

As Vera noted, her "relationship" with him ran deep, marked by clashes, arguments, shared gains, and joint efforts, granting them solid insight into one another.

"Ha."

For that query, Vera couldn't suppress a derisive snort.

"Whether he dares or not, don’t you have the answer in your heart? With your character, if you didn’t feel intimidated, how could you have given in in Japan? Cynthia, I’m not targeting you, but why did he go to war with Japan at that time, only for the sake of a woman? Japan considered all scenarios when they chose to capture someone, Jiuding would endure, and Shen Zhou could consider the bigger picture, only missing Jiang, the maverick. That guy is completely unpredictable with conventional thinking, anyone facing such an opponent would find it a headache."