Ross stormed in from outside the hotel, grabbed my wrist, and smacked the phone out of my hand. His voice was low and sharp.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
There was panic in his eyes, as if he was terrified I’d ruin the “business deal” he was working on tonight.
“Ross,” Zamora said tearfully, “Issy seems to have taken my necklace. Can you talk to her? Can you ask her to give it back?”
Her eyes glistened pitifully.
The moment Ross heard her explanation, his expression darkened. He turned to me without hesitation.
“Did you steal it?”
“I said I didn’t. Would you believe me if I did?”
I met his gaze. He froze for a second before looking away, his tone turning ice-cold.
“You took Zamora’s ring before, and now, you’re stealing again? How did you end up like this—so cheap, so shameless? What, your parents never taught you not to steal?”
I wasn’t even surprised.
“Ross, you could’ve just checked the security footage. At your company, you refused to see the truth, and now—this is a hotel full of cameras—and you still won’t check before judging me?”
“Sir,” one of his business partners said coldly, “just search her. That’ll settle it once and for all.”
“Empty your bag! Now!”