Chapter 477
Declan reported to him, “Boss, we cycled through dozens of locksmiths yesterday, but not a single one could get that door open p>
A hint of mockery flashed across Jarred’s face. “Are you all just incompetent, or is that door an impenetrable fortress p>
Declan lowered his head, not daring to argue. Suddenly, he remembered something.
He carefully pulled an item out of his bag and handed it over, lowering his voice.
“But I did find this hidden in the floorboards of the cabin p>
Leaning against the leather seat, Jarred stared at the yellowed, trash-like notebook in Declan’s hand and frowned.
He didn’t reach for it. “What is it p>
“It’s filled with what looks like chemical formulas. I couldn’t make sense of it,” Declan explained.
Jarred raised an eyebrow and immediately reached out to take it.
Just as he was about to open the cover, his phone began to ring.
It was Weston.
Jarred leaned back against his seat, casually tossing the piece of “trash” aside, and answered the call.
Weston’s voice sounded incredibly anxious. “Boss, I believe there’s something you need to be aware of.
Miss Bridges has been independently charging a massive amount to several of your accounts. The total is quite staggering p>
“How staggering?” Jarred scoffed, finding the situation almost comical.
In his eyes, someone like Daisy would at most order a few high-end meals. How much could that possibly cost?
Weston let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve already forwarded the receipts to Mr. Ward’s phone p>
Before he even finished speaking, Declan received a flurry of notifications.
One look at the screen, and Declan nearly dropped his phone.
His hands trembling, he quickly passed it to the back seat.
Jarred glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly, but he remained silent.
It was just food. He couldn’t be bothered to care.
But that was only the beginning.
Weston continued firing photos over, and Declan’s phone chimed relentlessly.
The next photo showed Daisy’s bookings for ultra-luxury in-home spa services.
Lying in her hospital bed, she had ordered a head-to-toe makeover, charging over a million dollars.
She even posted another update: [Staying glamorous even in the hospital. Thanks, handsome p>
When Jarred saw that, his grip on the phone tightened for a split second, though he still kept his temper in check.
The third image revealed that Daisy had ordered customized skincare and jewelry from several elite brands, totaling over five million dollars.
She then proceeded to buy out an entire boutique’s seasonal collection for another seven million.
Next, she ordered a luxury car.
In a single day, Daisy had blown through nearly fifteen million dollars.
Weston’s report was suddenly interrupted by an incoming call on Jarred’s personal line.
Seeing the caller ID, Jarred’s eyes turned ice-cold.
The representative from the Global Card Security Center spoke in a polite, professional tone: “Mr. Sterling, you currently have several massive overseas transactions pending Can you please confirm them p>
“What transactions p>
“Combined charges on two Black Cards totaling just over four million dollars today. One card is under your name, and the other is a Supplementary card
Jarred’s brows pulled tightly together.
“Send the detailed billing statement to my email p>
Opening his inbox, he stared at the endless scroll of transaction records.
Designer bags, diamonds, and even a bizarre pet purchase.
She had bought a purebred Ragdoll cat with full lineage papers, demanding the breeder deliver it directly to her hospital room overnight.
Jarred leaned back into his seat and closed his eyes for a moment.
Then, he picked up his phone and opened Daisy’s social media page.
Her latest post was a video.
She was wearing a brand-new couture dress, deliberately exposing her bandaged leg.
Lined up next to her bed was a literal wall of luxury shopping bags: [Waiting until I’m all healed to model these for him. He loves seeing me happy-
The post had dozens of likes, with comments flooded by people expressing their intense jealousy.
She had replied to every single one, her tone dripping with insufferable arrogance.
Jarred’s gaze plunged into an abyssal darkness.