“Alright,” she drawled, “kneel and kowtow to me three times. Apologize sincerely. Maybe then I’ll return your little trinket to the beggar it belongs to.”
I froze, my body stiff with humiliation.
At that moment, Jameson appeared at the door.
“Yvette, why are you still up this late?”
“Jameson,” she said sweetly, “Lauren is accusing me of stealing. She claims this pendant is hers.”
Jameson’s eyes immediately fixed on the jade in her hand.
“Lauren,” he said coldly, “it’s just a pendant. Why can’t you give it to Yvette? Consider it an apology gift.”
“Jameson, I didn’t steal it,” Yvette said with mock indignation, her voice dripping with false innocence. “I have one just like this. It’s very expensive, something ordinary people could never afford. If it really is hers, maybe it was a gift from some man.”
Her words twisted the truth effortlessly. Jameson’s gaze darkened as he looked at me.
I glanced between him and the pendant, which still dangled perilously out the window.
Clenching my teeth, I dropped to my knees with a thud, swallowing my pride as I begged Yvette.
“Please, give me back my pendant.”