Chapter 240
Chapter 240:
Damn it, what was wrong with Lydia?
Fiona’s eyes locked onto Lydia. “Did she also sell you a bracelet p>
Startled by Fiona’s intensity, Lydia nodded, urging Lennie to fetch it. “Fiona, how did you know there was also a bracelet p>
Fiona grabbed it, checking the certificate. “How much did you get this p>
Lydia replied in a whisper, “Five hundred thousand p>
𝘙ea𝖽 𝘰n 𝖺𝗻y 𝘥𝘦𝘷і𝘤𝘦 o𝗻 ѕ.c𝗈𝗺
Fiona’s rage flared like a wildfire, her glare sharp enough to shatter glass.
Lydia shrank back, mumbling, “Why are you upset? I saw you eyeing both the bag and bracelet, so I thought you wanted them. Lennie just wanted to make you happy, and spending a bit more money was no issue p>
The Haywood family wasn’t as wealthy as the Dewitt family, but a million and a half was pocket change for them.
“Get out!” Fiona barked. Her face was a mask of fury.
Lydia had never seen Fiona so enraged before and quickly dragged Lennie to leave.
Outside the Dewitts’ house, Lennie hesitated, wanting to retrieve the gifts.
Lydia snapped, “Are you blind? Didn’t you see how furious Fiona was? You think you can just take them back p>
Lennie frowned. “Lydia, did you buy fakes? Otherwise, why would Fiona be so angry p>
“The store owner verified them! How can you accuse me of that?” Lydia retorted indignantly.
Lennie speculated, “Maybe they were too cheap? Not impressive enough for Fiona p>
Lydia nodded, thinking he had a valid point. “That explains why she kept browsing without buying. Lennie, next time, hit up an auction house—get something rare and expensive. That is what Fiona’s into p>
Lennie nodded thoughtfully. “Fine, let’s go home for now p>
Meanwhile, Fiona dialed Brenden, her voice sharp with irritation. “Brenden, come to my place immediately. We need to talk p>
Brenden arrived shortly, confusion etched on his face as he eyed the designer bag and bracelet spread out before him. “Fiona, what’s all this p>
Fiona sneered, her tone icy. “These are the gifts I bought for Gabriela under your name p>
Brenden blinked, puzzled. “That was kind of you, but Gabriela doesn’t care for flashy things. She’s not into this stuff p>
“Not into it?” Fiona’s rage boiled over, her voice trembling. “She took these gifts and flipped them to my friend—one for a million, the other for half a million p>
Fiona hadn’t clued Brenden into her scheme, worried that he would inadvertently sabotage it. She never anticipated that Lydia would derail everything. In just two days, Gabriela had pocketed one and a half million.
Brenden muttered, almost to himself, “I told you she wasn’t into those things. But turning them around for that much? She’s really smart and adorable p>
Fiona’s head pounded with frustration. Was Brenden out of his mind? What was adorable about such blatant greed? And did Gabriela possess some mysterious magic that allowed her to gain so easily every time?
Noticing Fiona clutching her chest, struggling to breathe, Brenden quickly added, “Don’t get upset. The bag and bracelet were four hundred thousand, right? I’ll pay you back p>
“It’s not about the money!” Fiona snapped.
Her family’s wealth made the sum trivial, but seeing Gabriela profit so handsomely—without falling for Brenden—drove her to the brink.
Brenden asked, “So, what do you want to do p>
“Just take these things away,” Fiona said, her voice tight. “I can’t stand looking at them p>
Brenden transferred the money, gathered the bag and bracelet, and advised as he left, “Fiona, try to calm down. I’ll make Gabriela fall for me, and I’ll do it my way. That’s none of your business. Don’t send her any more gifts, alright p>
Fiona’s anger surged—she wanted to punch Brenden.
Her plan had crumbled, and now this fool was lecturing her. Screw him.
Fiona was seething with rage, while Gabriela—the very source of that anger—was over the moon. She had pocketed over a million in two days without lifting a finger. Elated, she dragged Tessa on a shopping spree.
Despite Tessa’s own heavy thoughts, she humored Gabriela, browsing shops until the night grew deep.
When Gabriela’s taxi pulled up to Moss Manor past ten, the house was silent. Assuming everyone was asleep, she crept inside, careful not to make a sound.
“You’re finally back.” Wesley’s voice cut through the quiet, laced with a cool edge.
Gabriela flinched, startled.