Rebecca frowned. The familiar face that she loathed was in front of her again, and she was indeed a little surprised.
However, it wasn't that Katherine was out of jail, but that she had found her way to Wye and tracked down her workplace.
Could Katherine be the one who had been secretly watching her?
Rebecca looked at her and replied calmly, "It's simple. Hogan must have used the family's entire fortune to bail you out. Am I wrong?"
She had already told her lawyer that if Hogan wanted to get his daughter out, he'd have to pay dearly. It wasn't surprising that the Foster family would do such a thing for Katherine.
At her words, Katherine gritted her teeth in fury. "Rebecca, it's all your fault! You've ruined our family!"
Hogan had indeed tried many things to get her out. As a last resort, he sold the company, scraped together every penny he could, and finally managed to post her bail.
But because of that, the Foster family had fallen from grace. They had nothing left.
Katherine couldn't swallow this injustice, so she had come to Wye.
Of course, there was another important reason: Alan was here too.
She couldn't possibly give up on a meal ticket like Alan. Without him, she would truly have nothing.
Rebecca looked at the furious Katherine and retorted, "Why don't you say you ruined yourself? If you hadn't broken the law, you wouldn't have gone to jail. If you hadn't gone to jail, they wouldn't have had to sell everything just to bail you out."
Rebecca looked at Katherine and clicked her tongue. So Katherine's past was that miserable—mother dead, father a gambler. No wonder she was so twisted.
She must have seen the dark side of society from a young age. Someone who clawed their way out of the mud might see the light of day again, but they could never change the wickedness in their bones.
"Katherine, I pity your past, but you're in for a disappointment. My father is very wealthy. I'm the heiress of an old-money family, infinitely richer than you."
Katherine stared at Rebecca for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You're really delusional, aren't you? You? An heiress of an old-money family? Hahaha..."
Rebecca couldn't be bothered to argue with a lunatic. She simply made a call on her phone.
Two minutes later, her private driver pulled up in a car from around the corner.

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