“Oh, Peter,” she said with a casual shrug, “it’s thanks to you, actually. The necklace you gave me? Or rather, the Cartier box.” Peter frowned, confused. Cindy’s smile widened. “Remember the pendrive you lost? The one you couldn’t find anywhere? Turns out, it was inside the box all along.”
Peter froze as her words sank in. “And that pendrive contained the password to the bitcoin account I convinced you to open years ago. The one you invested in when it first started. That account is worth $20 million now, Peter. And since it was in the Cartier box—well, it’s mine.”