Chapter 8
I pulled out another photograph from my bag, showing two people exchanging items.
Although the person opposite was wearing a mask and hat, anyone familiar with
could instantly recognize Rylan.
In fact, the last person to place an order for a camera on the secondhand trading platform was me.
After arranging to meet him, I had asked a friend he didn’t know to conduct the transaction while I stayed back and took the photo.
“Is this proof enough? Does this prove that I bought this camera for him?”
“You…” Dax bit his lip, unable to form a second sentence as the evidence mounted against his friend.
Seeing this, Rylan’s eyes reddened as he attempted a new defense. “I… I needed money urgently at that time. Your gift–I always treasured it.”
“Oh really?” I mocked. “Didn’t you just claim you never received these gifts? That I bought them for myself? How quickly your story changes when
confronted with evidence.”
My words made Rylan stumble over his words. “With all these receipts you’ve shown, I got confused. That camera was indeed a gift from you, but the other items–I’ve never seen them before.”
I laughed coldly while moving closer to him. “Rylan, did you think I could only find this one piece of evidence? You’ve seriously underestimated me.”
With ice in my voice, I opened another app–a different second–hand trading platform this time. “Let’s go through these one by one, shall we? Brand new iPad–the model, color, and storage capacity all match yours exactly. Location… all was our university.”
Without pausing, I continued methodically, “Here’s the brand new razor–matching brand and color. And here’s the computer–with the exact color and memory specifications…”
While holding up each receipt, I matched them one by one with the listings on the second–hand platform, leaving no room for doubt.
As I finished, Rylan’s face darkened completely. “This is just coincidence! How can you prove this account belongs to me? Couldn’t you have bought these things yourself to frame me?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his claim. “These transactions span four years. Are you suggesting I set up this elaborate scheme from the moment I met you, just to use as evidence today? That I spent substantial money buying these items only to sell them at a loss? Who’s the one with a hole in their head–you or me?”
By this point, the surrounding classmates began whispering among themselves.
“Wow, everything matches up perfectly. What’s really going on here?”
“Oh my god! He sold that keyboard so cheaply! That’s a limited edition–there’s a special marking that distinguishes it from regular keyboards. This person has no idea what they were selling!”
“You’re missing the point,” another student cut in. “The real question is whether this seller is actually Rylan.”
“It seems pretty obvious that it is,” someone else concluded.
In the midst of this revelation, Rylan’s sister suddenly lunged forward to shield him. “Just because you say so doesn’t make it true! You have no proof! For all we know, you could have another boyfriend who betrayed you, and now you’re trying to pin it on my brother!”
“You rich girls play all sorts of games. Wity are you trying to frame my brother for this?”
Standing up straight, I responded calmly, “This is actually very simple to verify. Rylan has that app on his phone right now. Rylan, do you dare open that app and show us your account? One quick look and the truth will be crystal clear.”
Beads of cold sweat appeared on Rylan’s forehead while he stammered, “This is private. Why should I show you anything?”
“That’s right!” his sister righteously agreed.
I gazed at them silently for a moment, then opened our chat thread in the second–hand trading platform and pressed the voice call button.
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Chapter 8
Almost
instantly, Rylan’s phone began ringing.
