I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 02

I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 02

The next day, I deliberately didn’t wear my glasses to the café.

William Vanderbilt was already there waiting. When he saw my face, he froze for a second.

I didn’t want to miss the expression on his face.

“Hi, you must be…”

He quickly looked away, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and cut me off coldly. “Have a seat. I’ve got an important meeting soon, so I’ll make this quick.”

I snuck a peek at his watch too. He waved over a waiter and ordered two coffees.

Once the coffee arrived, he got straight to the point. “Miss Summers, I’d prefer you not come back.”

Well, that was—

Quick.

I didn’t answer, because my beat-up phone had just received another text from thirty years in the future.

I looked down.

[Celia, you trouble-making bitch. Why did you have to come back? Vivian got into a car accident because of you. Why wasn’t it you in that car?]

[From: Lucas Vanderbilt]

My heart clenched. I could barely breathe.

William was sitting across from me. Seeing me just stare at my phone without answering, he frowned impatiently and tapped his knuckles on the table.

“Miss Summers, I hope you’ll think carefully. Family isn’t always about blood. Of course, if you think the Vanderbilts are so rich that you have to come back—fine, we can afford another mouth to feed. But you should understand that Vivian grew up with us. She’s the real Vanderbilt daughter. No question about it.”

Damn it. Mia and her big mouth.

The whole fake-daughter, real-daughter drama… was actually playing out in real life.

My phone buzzed again, like it was forcing me to see my own fate clearly.

I opened the new message. Another one from thirty years in the future.

This time, the message was from Vivian Vanderbilt. One short sentence:

[Celia, you really think you can beat me?]

[From: Vivian Vanderbilt]

I dragged my finger across the screen and etched every single word into my brain.

William saw me still not looking up. He frowned, annoyed, and tapped the table again.

“Of course, if you agree not to come back, considering we share blood, we’ll give you a million dollars for college expenses…”

A million dollars.

I thought back to the news I’d scrolled through last night. One article about the Vanderbilt family’s eldest son spending a hundred million on a priceless jewelry set for his “sister’s” coming-of-age.

The comments were full of envy, calling him the total sister worshipper!

And of course, there was news about Lucas Vanderbilt—risking everything to win a championship, just to hand the trophy to his “sister” as a birthday gift.

These days, news about “the Vanderbilt daughter’s” coming-of-age party was everywhere.

Comments were buzzing with guesses. What coming-of-age present would Elias Astor, the Astor heir and Miss Vanderbilt’s childhood sweetheart fiancé, get for her?

Would it top what her two “brothers” gave?

But whatever it was, like the netizens said—

“So jealous. A rich girl with so much love, and a gorgeous childhood sweetheart fiancé.”

Something tugged at my heartstrings again.

I read that text one more time and pictured the photo from last night’s news. The girl surrounded by three young, successful men, wearing the latest high-end couture, standing proudly in front of me. Her face twisted into a sneer as she scoffed.

“Celia, you really think you can beat me?”

Sure sounds like…

“Miss Summers—”

William tapped the table again, impatient, waiting for my answer.

I ran my finger over the cracked screen, kept my eyes down on the coffee in front of me, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

“Is this your decision alone? Or… your whole family’s?”

William stared at the top of my head and frowned. His voice went cold.

“Miss Summers, blood really doesn’t mean that much. Compared to growing up together, it’s nothing.”

“And yes, this is everyone’s decision. No point making everyone uncomfortable. Better to keep things the way they are.”

“What do you think?”

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I looked up suddenly and met his eyes.

“I think… that’s just fine.”

His gaze locked onto mine. His pupils shrank slightly. He looked away, a little uneasy.

“So… you agree?”

He tugged at his expensive suit jacket.

“Yeah.”

Hearing that, his expression relaxed. He went back to being that cold, refined rich heir.

“I’ll have the million dollars transferred to your account soon. And I hope you’ll stick to our agreement!”

His eyes sharpened as he stared at me, his tone carrying a warning.

“I don’t want to see you anywhere I shouldn’t, Miss Summers. Understood?”

“Understood.”

My face stayed blank.

William stared at me for a moment, then stood up to leave. But I suddenly called out to him.

“Wait—”

He turned around with a frown, probably thinking I was about to back out.

Instead, I smiled and held up my cracked-screen phone.

“Don’t do it another day. Do it now. And make sure you put ‘voluntary gift’ in the notes.”

“And also…”

I let out an awkward little laugh. “I’ve got a pretty bad memory. You mind if I record our conversation?”

I waved my phone again.

Meeting his unhappy stare, I couldn’t help but let out another awkward chuckle and said softly,

“You know… just in case.”

William’s expression stayed cold.

But he still “postponed his meeting” and transferred the million dollars right there.

I counted the zeros in my payment app, stared at the note that said “voluntary gift,” and glanced at the time.

Then I gave him one more awkward laugh.

“Well… if that’s everything, I’ll head back to class.”