The bodyguards all gasped, one of them whispering, “Miss Wright, he’s so confident. Maybe this is a misunderstanding. That vase looks real to me.”
Phoebe’s face turned an ugly shade of gray. She yanked the vase out of my hands and turned it over and over, her expression growing darker with each second.
Finally, she pulled out her phone and called Blake.
“Blake, your sister works at the Sotheby’s auction house, right? Ask her who won the final bid on that plum vase last time.”
“Oh, and bring the top-tier lawyer I hired over to Gabriel’s place.”
“He’s still denying he used my card. Today, I will make him admit it. I can’t let him think he can dominate me now and get even worse after marriage!”
Well, if she wanted to be humiliated, I didn’t mind waiting.
Ten minutes later, Blake arrived with the lawyer in tow, wearing a smug look on his face.
“Miss Wright, I checked. That plum vase was bought by the richest man in the city. He said it was a gift for his son to use as a flower vase.”
Upon hearing that, Phoebe’s face lit up with a certainty.
Blake picked up the plum vase and examined it with a mocking smile.