“Let me tell you—men like you, who rely on their bodies and sponge off others, are the worst! You’ve got a terrible reputation now. No decent woman would marry you! I was only tolerating you because of the elders’ arrangement!”
I didn’t bother arguing. Instead, I picked up the vase and slowly turned it over so she could see the base.
“Take a good look. It's Sotheby’s authentication serial number—one of a kind. The final bid is 120 million dollars.”
“You really think I’d stoop so low for your five hundred thousand?” I snickered.
“I could let it go out of respect for our families. But the funny thing is—I happen to despise gold-digging women who want something for nothing.”
“So here’s my offer: if you and your little goon squad leave my house immediately and never show your face to me again, I’ll forget the slander and online harassment.”
Phoebe froze.
The bodyguards all gasped, one of them whispering, “Miss Wright, he’s so confident. Maybe this is a misunderstanding. That vase looks real to me.”
Phoebe’s face turned an ugly shade of gray. She yanked the vase out of my hands and turned it over and over, her expression growing darker with each second.
Finally, she pulled out her phone and called Blake.
“Blake, your sister works at the Sotheby’s auction house, right? Ask her who won the final bid on that plum vase last time.”
“Oh, and bring the top-tier lawyer I hired over to Gabriel’s place.”
“He’s still denying he used my card. Today, I will make him admit it. I can’t let him think he can dominate me now and get even worse after marriage!”
Well, if she wanted to be humiliated, I didn’t mind waiting.
Ten minutes later, Blake arrived with the lawyer in tow, wearing a smug look on his face.
“Miss Wright, I checked. That plum vase was bought by the richest man in the city. He said it was a gift for his son to use as a flower vase.”
Upon hearing that, Phoebe’s face lit up with a certainty.
Blake picked up the plum vase and examined it with a mocking smile.
“Gabriel, you really went all out trying to play the rich guy, huh? Even had a high-end replica made this realistic?”
But the moment the top-tier lawyer—Phoebe’s so-called gold-medal legal consultant—got a proper look at the vase, her expression shifted. Adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses, she stepped forward for a closer inspection.
However, the next second, m a piercing shatter echoed through the living room.