There, the three of us collided. Evie clung to Zavier’s arm, pride gleaming in her eyes.
“Tiffany, what a surprise. What brings you here? Did someone tip you off about a gift for you tonight?”
I leaned back, exuding indifference. “So, after just a month, Evie, are you expecting again?”
Her smile faltered. Tears pooled in her eyes before she could blink.
Zavier’s eyes sharpened, ice-cold. “Tiffany, don’t overstep.”
“You scared her.”
A soft laugh danced in my voice.
Even at five months, I stood tall, facing those who dared approach. Dozens fell under the weight of my presence.
When he saw the corpses, he only praised me, no fear, no concern, not even a flicker of hesitation.
I stared at him, my voice low and soft. “Brother came to restock, right? Well, since the collection at home was smashed, it does feel a little empty.”
Zavier’s expression froze as his gaze shifted toward Evie.
She stammered, twisting under his cold stare, before finally admitting that I had sent the photos of the smashed antiques.
“I… I thought they were just some broken vases, probably not worth much, so I deleted them for you,” she mumbled.