But clearly, she’d misunderstood everything and assumed I was poor, living off Harper’s money.
I was about to correct her when one of her lackeys spoke up.
“Don’t worry, Beatrice! Smash it all! Even if it’s worth a few thousand, we can all chip in and cover it. We’ve got plenty of people here!”
I bit my tongue, deciding it was pointless to argue. If they wanted to smash things, let them.
It was all on camera, and I was curious to see how they’d react when they found out the truth.
In less than half an hour, the entire living room was in ruins. But they weren’t satisfied yet. Someone ran into my bedroom and came out holding a wooden tray.
On it was a set of rare emerald jewelry.
My face went pale, and I rushed forward to stop them.
“You can’t destroy that!”
This jewelry set wasn’t just priceless – it held deep sentimental value. My late grandmother had flown overseas the year I was born to purchase it at an auction, gifting it to me as a special keepsake.
Just as my fingers were about to touch the tray, Beatrice snatched it away first. Her eyes were filled with contempt as she lifted the tray high above her head.