As long as she sticks to her story, the only one who'll end up embarrassed is Vivian.
She straightened her back and forced herself to look composed. "Uncle, I'm not joking. The earrings really are in Vivian's hands."
"She just tried to hide them, but I caught her in the act. If you don't believe me, you can search her bag, or check the surveillance cameras outside."
Curtis's gaze slowly fell on Vivian's palm, his eyes narrowing, locking firmly on the pair of pearl earrings she was delicately cradling with her fingertips.
The earrings glimmered under the light, gentle yet blindingly bright.
His pupils contracted slightly, his breath stalled, and his expression unconsciously tensed.
The onlookers around them grew in number, whispering in small groups.
Many were from families of equal standing with the Prescott Family.
Their relationships were intricate, and no one dared make enemies lightly.
