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Jackson kept sending me WhatsApp messages all night, going from asking what I was trying to do, to cursing my entire family tree.
I said it was simple, just return my car.
ckson went silent again. I had the feeling that he was deliberately avoiding the topic, but I didn’t think too much about it. I switched over to Twitter and registered a new account.
Then I spent two hours writing a detailed account of the whole incident, from a bystander’s perspective, even including psychological analyses of the people involved. To protect my identity, I deliberately got a few details wrong.
With the help of “money power,” the post’s views and likes skyrocketed. Within an hour, it was pinned to the top of the trending topic.
When I thought it’s the time, I left a comment under the post: “Personally, I think if the man can come up with some solid proof right now, he’ll basically win this whole thing.”
Jackson is impulsive. With this whole mess happening, he’s bound to be constantly checking Twitter for the latest news, afraid of missing anything that could harm him.
The purpose of my comment was for him to see it and do as I suggest. As long as I could. him to stir the wave, the rest would be easy.
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And Jackson didn’t let me disappointed. Three days after I posted the comment, I saw a screen recording of Jackson and his mother live–streaming on twitter.
They only streamed for three hours, and the whole time Jackson was talking and his mother was crying. They successfully painted me as a malicious, backstabbing villain, and they became the poor mother and son who had been wronged and lost everything.
To be honest, if I wasn’t the one involved, I would have believed their story.
But during that live stream, Jackson revealed a fatal flaw: he had no evidence.
He was just talking, and without actual proof, his story couldn’t withstand public scrutiny
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and questioning.
But none of that mattered anymore. The moment Jackson ended the live stream, the game
was over.
I quickly logged onto Twitter and posted all the evidence I had prepared, categorized and organized by time.
Then I switched off my phone and let the citizens draw their own conclusions.
The internet, after all, is virtual and has enormous influence.
You could say Jackson was smart enough to use online public opinion to pressure me, but you could also say he was stupid for making wild accusations without any evidence.
What else can you call that but being reckless?
When I finally woke up from my nap, my phone was basically exploding.
A small portion of the calls were from my parents, but most of them were from Jackson and
his mother.
After a quick chat with my parents, I logged onto Twitter. As expected, the evidence I posted was trending at number one. I had received thousands of private messages. The insults had completely disappeared, replaced by a stream of messages asking for updates.
Several entertainment companies even contacted me, asking if I wanted to try entering the entertainment industry.
Just as I was about to exit my inbox, a user named “A. Used Car Deal” sent me a private
message.
He sent me a photo and asked if this was my car.
I zoomed in and took a closer look. Yes, I recognized it as my car!
I quickly added him on WhatsApp and asked him how he got the car.
He told me he bought the car from Jackson two months ago. He thought the car was well–maintained and bought it at a low price for himself.
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He paid a down payment of 150,000 dollars, but when it came time for the transfer, fackson kept putting it off, making vague excuses.
He was worried there was something wrong with the car, so he left it parked in his yard.
and didn’t dare drive it.
After he finished explaining, I suddenly understood why Jackson had been procrastinate
about returning the car.
Premembered Jackson mentioning two months ago that he needed 100,000 dollars to build
remembered Jackson mentioning
a house in his hometown, but I was arguing with him at the time and didn’t pay much
attention.
He sold my car to build a house for his family.
I sneered. Jackson for sure knew how to benefit himself!
After discussing it with him, I compiled all the evidence he gave me and sent it to our legal team. Then I pinned the lawyer’s letter drafted by the legal team to my profile and tagged the police.
That night, Jackson called me again.
He was sobbing and begging, implying that he hoped I would show him mercy for old times‘
sake.
Of course, I didn’t agree.
He wants to make waves and to end it whenever he wants? Does he want to have all the good things in the world all to himself?
