Chapter 393: Chapter 393: SIM Card
"Alright! Alright! Let me be clear. If Spencer loses his high position and status, Aurora will never look back at him. She will not be tempted to return. And that, Isabella, will give you your chance. You can take him back and shape him as you wish."
Isabella’s brows furrowed slightly. His words stirred an uncomfortable thought in her.
She had to admit that part of her desire for Spencer came from his wealth, influence, and the unshakable aura he carried.
Without those things, he was still attractive but far less enticing.
Ryan, seeing the flicker of doubt in her eyes, laughed inwardly. ’
He thought to himself,
’My brother is truly unlucky to have never been loved for who he is.’
Isabella thought for a while.
Even if Spencer lost his status, he still had the face and charm that had once drawn her in.
Not to mention, he was intelligent when it came to business. She can always ask for his support if he stays by her side.
If nothing else, she could keep him as her personal trophy, a man who once stood above everyone but now stood only by her side.
With that decision, she gave a small nod, encouraging Ryan to continue.
Ryan leaned forward slightly, his tone turning more serious.
"I have reliable information that Spencer recently had surgery. He is weaker than usual. That makes him vulnerable. If we can kidnap him and hide him in a secluded villa, you will have complete control. You can do whatever you wish without anyone interfering."
Isabella rolled her eyes, unimpressed.
"Oh, yes, of course. And then his loyal assistant will simply call the police, and within a day, I will be dragged in for questioning by both the police and my father. A brilliant plan indeed."
Ryan only chuckled, unaffected by her sarcasm.
"That is where I come in. I will make sure the police never suspect you."
Now, Isabella looked at him with more interest.
She folded her arms and tilted her head slightly, silently urging him to explain further.
Ryan reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small SIM card, holding it between his fingers as if it were a priceless treasure.
"This," he said with a satisfied grin, "is my ace. It once belonged to Spencer. When he changed phones and discarded his old one, he told a subordinate to get rid of this SIM card as well. Unfortunately for him, that subordinate was one of my spies. That is how I came to possess it."
Isabella raised an eyebrow. Though curious, she was also cautious.
"And what do you plan to do with a discarded SIM card?"
Ryan’s smile grew darker.
"At first, I tried to use it to access his bank accounts, thinking I could drain him dry. But it turned out to be far more secure than I imagined. I could not touch a cent. So I thought of something else. I can use this SIM card to create false traces. I can make it look as if Spencer was depressed and losing control of his life. I can create a trail that will convince everyone that his disappearance was his own doing. When the time comes, they will think he either vanished on his own or took his own life. No one will suspect you."
For a moment, Isabella was silent. The idea was bold, even clever in its own twisted way.
But she shook her head after a pause.
"It is not that simple. There are too many loopholes. Someone will notice the inconsistencies."
Ryan’s grin faded a little, replaced by a more thoughtful look.
"That is why I need your help. You are sharper than I am in some areas. If you help me fill in the gaps and polish the plan, I will sell you this SIM card at a discount. Together we can make this work."
He was taught by his father, that if he couldn’t win by his own intelligence, he can look for allies.
Isabella studied him in silence for a few seconds. Then she began to speak, calmly listing every flaw she saw in his plan.
Her voice was steady as she suggested ways to seal the holes.
She spoke of securing alibis, controlling certain witnesses, and handling Spencer’s assistant.
Ryan listened intently, his eyes growing brighter as she laid out each point. By the end of her explanation, he was almost giddy.
"This is perfect," he said at last. "You are brilliant. I will sell you the SIM card for one billion dollars. That is a fair price for what it can do."
’This is indeed the hire raised by Victor! Smart and clever in every way!’ He thought in his heart.
Isabella’s expression did not change. She simply rose from her seat and began walking toward the door.
Her voice was calm and dismissive as she said, "I am not interested in paying for something so overpriced."
Ryan’s calm expression was wiped away from his face. He jumped up, his voice rising.
"Wait! If not one billion, then at least one hundred million!"
Isabella kept walking, her smirk barely visible as she glanced over her shoulder. "You think too highly of your brother."
Ryan gritted his teeth; his heart engulfed by panic. "Fine! Ninety-five million!"
But Isabella did not slow down.
"Ten million," he tried again, desperation creeping into his voice.
Still, she walked on, unshaken.
At that, Isabella finally stopped and turned to face him, her expression calm and confident.
"Five hundred thousand. That is my price. Take it or leave it."
Ryan muttered a curse under his breath but nodded. He had no choice.
Within minutes, Isabella transferred the money, the sum flashing on Ryan’s phone screen.
His mood brightened instantly. The moment the payment went through, he perked up and handed her the SIM card with a forced smile.
Isabella took it, her eyes cold as she slipped it into her bag. Then she looked up at Ryan, her voice turning icy.
"Now that this transaction is complete," she said softly, "you will forget everything that happened in this room the moment you step outside. Do not try to test my patience."