Chapter 233
Chapter 233:
“Monica, where on earth did you disappear to?” Amanda’s voice trembled with concern, her mind racing with the thought of failing to properly care for their esteemed guest.
Her parents had made it clear—Monica was to be looked after with the utmost attention.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I just stepped out to the ladies’ room,” Monica reassured with a soft smile, seamlessly slipping back into the group, joining the laughter and chatter without a hint of distress.
Suddenly, Bella’s voice pierced the air, sharp with surprise. “Monica, where’s your diamond ring? I just saw you wearing it a minute ago p>
Monica froze, her gaze instinctively drifting to her finger. A flicker of panic crossed her face.
“Oh no… it’s gone,” she murmured, her voice tinged with unease.
All eyes turned to her, each person noticing the absence of the sparkling gem.
Amanda, her nerves fraying, pressed, “Think hard. Where did you go? Did you take the ring off p>
Monica’s brow furrowed as she retraced her steps, realization dawning. “I just went to the ladies’ room. Oh, right! I took the ring off to wash my hands and must have left it on the sink p>
Amanda’s heart skipped a beat. Without a second thought, she rushed to the ladies’ room, her pulse racing, only to return empty-handed. The sink was bare.
Panic seized her chest as she reported, “Monica, it’s gone. There’s no sign of it anywhere p>
Monica’s face drained of color, her voice barely above a whisper. “How could this happen? It was a gift from my father, my most treasured possession. Who could have taken it p>
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Bella’s brow furrowed in disbelief. “There’s no one else here. It has to be one of us. Whoever took it, please just return it. Let’s not make a scene and embarrass ourselves p>
“Exactly,” another voice chimed in. “There are cameras around here. We can always check the footage. It’s disgraceful that someone here would do such a thing. Truly shameful p>
“But there’s no camera in the ladies’ room,” someone pointed out. “Maybe we should report it to the police p>
The room fell into a tense silence as everyone exchanged uncertain glances, murmuring among themselves, trying to piece together what had happened.
Just then, a waitress stepped forward, her voice hesitant but clear. “I just saw the lady in the white dress slip something into her bag by the sink p>
The moment the waitress’s finger pointed directly at Yelena, all eyes snapped to her. Dressed in an elegant white gown, she stood apart from the crowd—poised yet detached.
Where others might have flushed or faltered under such scrutiny, Yelena remained composed, her expression unreadable, like a calm lake unbothered by ripples. Her gaze swept over the cluster of high-society women, their curious stares tinged with malice.
She had known from the start that gatherings like this always came with their share of theatrics. Drama followed where egos gathered.
She had only hoped to slip through this one unscathed. Yet, fate—or someone in the room—had other plans. Trouble, it seemed, had gone out of its way to find her.