I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 08

I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 08

After sealing the deal with the Rockefellers, we ironed out the contract details fast.

Mia was thrilled when she found out.

But I told her to sit on the news for now. If Vivian wanted to mess with me, she was going to pay for it.

I glanced at the news about Lucas street racing again.

The Vanderbilts. The Astors.

Those anonymous texts-I still hadn’t found out where they came from. It was like a warning from another

version of me, the one who’d chosen to go back to that family.

I started having people gather everything on the Vanderbilts and the Astors.

Mia stayed on as the public CEO. Vivian seemed convinced I’d been forced to quit and couldn’t cause any

more trouble, so she stopped paying attention.

Or maybe it was because her childhood sweetheart fiancé, the one netizens had been so jealous of, suddenly

had another woman on his arm.

The paparazzi even caught them getting cozy.

Fans were crying in the comments, swearing they’d never believe in love again.

I moved fast. The Astors were already competitors. And now their “golden boy” was busy chasing his new

flame.

So I didn’t mind helping out a little.

Give Elias more free time. That way, he could chase the new girl and keep the old one happy. No conflict.

With the Rockefellers’ reputation and supply chain, it was easy to convince some downstream partners.

By the time the Astors realized what was happening, I’d already poached a good chunk of their business.

The market was growing. Profits looked great. And with Ms. Rockefeller’s additional investment, I kept

pushing.

So I also ate into the Vanderbilts’ business.

What can I say? They were right there. Might as well.

My company was on track, booming. We rolled out third-gen and fourth-gen products.

When the Vanderbilts and Astors looked at their quarterly earnings, panic started to set in.

Right on cue, the two families announced Vivian and Elias’s upcoming wedding.

They were trying to merge.

I rested my chin on my hand and looked at their stocks-the decline had stopped.

I really wanted some of their resources.

So I decided to let Chloe Davis test their love a little more.

I mean, netizens had lived and died for this couple.

Chloe, to her credit, was a true product of high-society finishing school. The night before the wedding, she let

Elias enjoy his “last night of freedom.”

So thoughtful.

If only the bride-to-be hadn’t shown up to crash it.

I stared at the trending news, dumbfounded. The headline was bold and black:

#SHOCKING! Childhood sweethearts of Vanderbilt and Astor families crash into each other on wedding eve

during cheating bust.#

The photos from the scene were a bloodbath.

I messaged Chloe, kind of stunned. [You went this far?]

She seemed freaked out too. [How was I supposed to know Vivian was that crazy? Stuff like this happens all the time in their circle. It’s not like I was the first girl Elias hooked up with…]

She was typing furiously. Definitely scared.

I tried to comfort her. [So… what’s your plan now?]

I was about to send her some money to lay low.

She replied, [Go big or go home.]

[I heard Vivian is wrecked. She didn’t even know she was pregnant. Now she’s hemorrhaging and needs a

hysterectomy. No kids ever.]

[Elias is basically done too. His whole lower body got crushed in the driver’s seat. When they pulled him

out…]

[Tch. Anyway, he can’t use it anymore. His face is ruined too. Who’d want him?]

I was confused. [Then how exactly are you going big?]

Before I could hit send, she must have guessed what I was asking.

Another flurry of messages: [I’m pregnant. With Elias’s kid.]

[With that, the Astors should be nice to me.]

Fair enough.

Chloe’s motto was, “Not a drop of true love, just a pile of cold, hard cash.”

I wasn’t worried about her selling me out. We each got what we wanted.

And with all the layers of anonymity, she didn’t even know it was me.

The Vanderbilt-Astor wedding was off.

Both main players were lying in the hospital.

But I didn’t stop. While they were scrambling, I kept working to lighten their load even more.

Having to take care of patients and deal with the company?

So exhausting.

Better to just declare bankruptcy already.