I frowned, "Oh right, I forgot, you're only twenty. You can't afford to pay for those things. That's fine, I'll give them to you. Consider it a reward for serving my husband for so long."
Beatrice’s face turned red and she started cursing.
I laughed, " What’s the matter? Is it not enough?"
I leaned in, gripping her chin, "A Gucci bag, an LV shopping basket, a Tiffany bracelet... they might be second-hand, but they’re still worth more than you deserve."
Beatrice's face turned a mix of colors, showing her anger, while Ethan lowered his head, feeling guilty. Since I had many luxury items, he thought that taking a few to give to his mistress would go unnoticed. The surveillance footage in the cabinet captured everything, but I chose not to expose him.
Beatrice fell silent, pulled a document from her bag and threw it at me. "I didn't want to make a scene," she said.
She raised her chin and smirked, "I'm pregnant with Ethan’s child, two months along. Every man wants a child, Eve. You, who can’t even lay an egg, how can you compete with me?"
As soon as she said this, the air in the room became awkward.