With a cold expression, I dialed my brother, Kyle, and switched on the loudspeaker. When the call connected, the sounds of clinking glasses and lively chatter filled the line, indicating he was at a lively gathering.
"Kyle, someone is spreading rumors that I’m not your biological sister but a call girl who seduced you. You need to come over and set the record straight!"
I didn’t expect him to be slightly tipsy already.
"Oh, my dear sister, I’m actually out here drinking on your behalf. You think I haven’t had enough? Alright, I’ll have the driver pick me up—”
Before he could finish, Heather lunged forward, knocking the phone from my hand.
“Isn’t this disgusting? We don’t want to hear the dirty words of a shameless bitch!”
With that, she stomped on my phone, the screen shattering into a thousand pieces.
“The phone isn’t cheap. Did you trick Jeremy into buying it, or did the boss buy it for you?”
Heather's words were like daggers, and my anger surged, making me tremble.
“And that bag! It’s a designer piece—did you sleep with several bosses to afford it?”
Just as my emotions were about to explode, Jeremy pushed open the door of the private room.