She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 348

A faint smile touched Lucian’s lips. Seeing her sitting there alone inexplicably lifted his spirits. He began to walk around the lake, heading towards the coffee shop.

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Before even arriving at the concert venue, Bianca had been briefed on the situation. She received the surveillance footage from her staff, confirming the identity of the girl who had treated the artist on stage and tracking where she had gone.

At the same moment, an anonymous text message appeared on her phone. It contained only two words: "Pay up."

Bianca’s lips curled into a smile. She efficiently transferred a sum of money, then tapped on the video. "I never thought fate would be so kind to us, delivering a perfect scapegoat right to our doorstep."

A pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind, accompanied by a sensual sigh. "You've worked hard."

The business vehicle pulled up in front of the coffee shop. Bianca kissed the man beside her on the cheek. "Wait for my signal." Then, she grabbed her purse, took an assistant with her, and walked straight into the coffee shop and up the stairs.

After a careful look, Bianca's assistant nodded. "That's her. Same face as in the video."

Bianca nodded and strode directly to Loyce's table, slamming her designer handbag down on it.

As Loyce looked up with a frown of confusion, Bianca launched her attack. "You're the one who stabbed Vincent with needles on stage, aren't you? Was it deliberate? Are you some kind of hater trying to murder him?"

Loyce raised an eyebrow, her expression indifferent. "Deliberate? And you are?"

At the mention of her identity, Bianca straightened her back proudly. "I'm Vincent's boss. He had an accident on stage. Did you poison his water?"

"I didn't poison anyone," Loyce replied, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "I just saved a life."

"Throw me out?" Bianca laughed. "I'm a VIP customer here. Besides the owner, who has the right to throw me out? You're coming with me, right now!"

Loyce glanced down at her phone, ready to buy the coffee shop right then and there. But just as she was about to confirm the payment, the listing updated. It now showed that the cafe had been sold five minutes ago. Which meant that while this woman was having a meltdown in front of her, someone else had bought it. And for eighty million, a figure far exceeding its actual asking price.

Loyce's brow furrowed slightly.

The owner of the coffee shop had been worrying about how to offload his struggling business. Suddenly, he received an anonymous call informing him that a buyer was interested in the cafe he'd listed on the dark web, offering a staggering eighty million. This was more than he had paid for it initially. Without a second thought, the owner agreed to the sale. He even asked in the site's chatbox, "When and where should I send the transfer contract and agreement?"

"The new owner is already in the cafe," the reply came. "You have the contract ready, don't you? Just bring it up to her to sign. And bring two bodyguards with you."

Although puzzled by the request for bodyguards, the owner readily agreed, his mind fixated on the heavenly eighty million.