I subconsciously glanced at the time. There were still eight hours left before the USB drive was supposed to be delivered.

No wonder Jenna wasn't in a hurry. With that thought, I quickly switched to a burner account and entered her live stream.

By then, she had already dragged Ricky into a real estate sales office. On my screen, she arrogantly rejected the agent's recommendation of a luxury apartment.

"Can't you tell what I'm looking for? Do I look like someone who'd settle for an apartment? I want a mansion!"

There were only a handful of viewers in the live stream, but they were all Jenna's die-hard fans. "Wow, Jenna, did you strike it rich? It's only been a few days since your last stream, and you've already moved up a whole social class?"

Upon reading the flattery, Jenna became even more smug. Without even trying to hide the arrogance on her face, she pointed at a model and shouted, "That one. I'll be paying for it in full!"

The agent froze for a second, then immediately put on a flattering smile and pulled out the card reader. "Miss, that'll be 32 million dollars."

That staggering number instantly sent the entire live stream into a frenzy. "It's that expensive? That's a joke, right? Are you seriously buying it, Jenna?"

"I'm stunned. Even if I worked for 20 years, all I would be able to afford would be a toilet in Jenna's house."

Comments poured in nonstop, and naturally, it greatly stroked Jenna's ego.

Covering her mouth, Jenna chuckled, saying, "Having money is all about luck. Of course, if you weren't born with it, you'll never have it in your lifetime."

For nearly ten minutes, Jenna bragged arrogantly about how rich she was.

Meanwhile, the sales agent stood there awkwardly with the card reader, her smile stiff on her face.

She then spoke cautiously. "Ms. Bryant, are you still buying the house?"

The sudden question instantly irritated Jenna. She barked, "Are you questioning my ability to pay?"

Ricky immediately jumped in to back her up and even called her his wife. "Are you looking down on my wife? We could easily afford three mansions if we wanted to, let alone one!"

Frowning slightly, I silently studied Jenna's expression.

As far as I knew, even if she sold herself, she wouldn't be able to come up with that kind of money.

Jenna was just a small-time streamer who spent her days gossiping about drama between women online to attract a few wealthy viewers.

She made decent money, sure, but she also spent it just as fast.

This overseas trip had been her idea, but I was the one who paid for the plane tickets, the hotel, and most of the meals.

I'd believe it if she said she had 300 thousand dollars, but 30 million dollars? That wasn't quite possible. Just as I was trying to figure out how she got the money, Jenna suddenly sneered in the live stream and angrily pointed at the sales agent.

"Get your boss here. I want a different agent."

The agent looked humiliated, but she didn't dare offend a customer.

A few minutes later, a different sales agent came. To my shock, Jenna actually paid for the mansion.

With a casual wave of her hand, she spent 32 million dollars, and that was only just the beginning.

Soon after, she moved on to a luxury car dealership.

Holding Ricky's hand, she asked, "Didn't you say you like Land Rovers, darling? What color do you want? I'll buy it for you."

Everyone in the showroom was stunned by her extravagance, and a hint of envy appeared on their faces.

Three minutes later, Jenna spent another seven million, bringing the total close to 40 million dollars. Where exactly did all this money come from?

I found myself lost in thought again, remembering how the tycoon didn't reward that "good Samaritan" who delivered the USB drive until 8:00 pm in my past life.

But right now it was only 2:00 pm, which meant there could only be one possibility—Jenna had already met that tycoon, and she had already received a massive reward from him.

It would seem her retribution was going to come earlier than I thought. After all, whatever was inside that USB drive was definitely not something ordinary people like us should ever get involved with.

Jenna's live stream had been going on for four straight hours.

The whole time, she was either flaunting her wealth or bragging about her love with Ricky.

At one point, one of our college classmates joined the stream by chance and asked, "Wait, isn't Ricky married to Valerie? When did you two even get together?"

The moment the question came up, Jenna's face darkened. "My husband did have a relationship with Valerie, but he was forced into it. If Valerie hadn't lied about having depression, Ricky wouldn't have felt sorry enough to be with her! We're the ones who are meant to be together!"

After that, she quickly ended the stream.

With a scowl, I put my phone away before heading into my house. Ricky had left in a hurry, so the house was a complete mess because of him.

Thankfully, nothing valuable was missing. After doing a rough check, I contacted my lawyer.

I had originally planned for a peaceful divorce, but thinking back to what he did to me in my previous life, I decided that he would have to pay and suffer a little this time.

I then contacted a friend. "I'm divorcing Ricky. I'm sure you understand where I'm going with this."

On the other end, my friend, Brenda Patel, went from shock to delight.

"I'm not hearing things, am I? Have you finally come to your senses? Okay. I'll have HR tell him to pack up and get out immediately!"

Back when Ricky and I first got married, he struggled to find work, so all the financial pressure landed on my shoulders.

Brenda, feeling sorry for me, had made an exception and hired Ricky at her company. All he had to do was run small errands, and his pay was almost on par with mid-to-high-level managers.

Not long after, Brenda sent me a screenshot.

It showed Ricky cursing at a staff member from the HR department. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can fire me? Let me make one thing crystal clear to you—I quit! You think I'm strapped for cash?

"Let me be real with you. With the resources I got, I could buy your entire company if I wanted to."

There was no doubt that Jenna was the one giving him the confidence to act so arrogantly.

"If I'm not mistaken, harassment is grounds for a lawsuit, right?"

No sooner had I sent the message than Brenda replied, "Don't worry. I've got this handled."

"Okay."

That evening, I called a cleaning crew and had the whole house deep-cleaned.

Now that Ricky wasn't around, my mood couldn't have been better. In the following days, Jenna continued posting updates on her social media.

Probably afraid I might miss them, she made a point to tag me in every post.

"I've finally joined the car-and-house owner club! I can't even imagine how happy my life is going to be in the future!"

The attached image was downright boastful as it was a screenshot of her own bank account.

I counted the number of digits. There was over 50 million dollars in it.

It wasn't like the tycoon was an idiot. There was no way that simply delivering a USB drive deserved this much as a reward.

The only possibility was that Jenna had reached some kind of deal with him.

Scrolling down further, I noticed something else. Ricky, who hadn't even officially divorced me yet, had already taken engagement photos with Jenna.

No longer wanting to see any more, I was about to block her when suddenly she called me.

Over the phone, she sounded both terrified and full of resentment.

"Valerie, what are you plotting? Listen up! Even if you had sent a dozen people to corner me, Ricky and I won't break up!"

Her words made my heart skip a beat. "Jenna, I'm not that petty."

After hanging up, I suddenly realized something. Jenna probably found out what was on the USB drive, which was why the tycoon was after her.

Alas, she was as dumb as a rock and mistakenly thought I was out to get her. But I believe she would learn the truth soon enough.

After all, that wasn't just an ordinary USB. It was a dangerous one. And the contents inside could easily cost countless people their lives.