I didn't want to bother with them any more in the Velvet Rope Lounge, so I turned and left.
When I got home that night, I received a call from Damien. Her irritable voice came from the other end:
"Scarlett, I threw the things you sent me into the warehouse as trash. I just saw them today. They have the Dubois Family logo on them. Tell me the truth, how did you get them?"
I was a little surprised. How could this person be so stupid?
Didn’t you realize that my last name is also Dubois? Isn’t that an easy guess?
The only explanation is that he never thought about it in this way at all.
He never looked down on me from the beginning.
I remained silent, and Damien on the other end of the phone gradually became irritable.
"You are so tired of living that you even dared to steal things from the Dubois Family. How did you get them? How do you return them? If you offend Mr. Laurent Dubois III, don't let me get involved."
It turned out that he recognized those things as genuine.
Just then my father drove over to pick me up for dinner. I was too lazy to argue any further and just left a message.