Mrs. York let out a sigh of relief as soon as she saw Quintessa unharmed. She quickly got up from her seat, with a mix of concern and relief in her eyes.
Quintessa, pushing Vivian forward, approached Mrs. York and handed her a velvet pouch, “Check if this is your jewelry set.”
Pouring out the contents, Mrs. York saw the entire set, which was authentic and intact. She had almost given up hope of ever seeing her beloved jewelry again, but Quintessa had managed the impossible with what seemed like a simple wave of her hand.
The look Mrs. York gave Quintessa said it all - she was in awe.
Quintessa glanced over at Vivian and the others, “Cat got your tongues?” She slammed a bottle on the table, making them all jump.
Vivian, shivering, hurriedly apologized, “Mrs. York, I’m so sorry. Please, you’re known for your generosity. I-I just got greedy, I might never own something like that in my life. I envy you, and I’m sorry. I know you have a big heart, and you’ll forgive me, right?”
Mrs. York felt a twinge of disgust at Vivian’s apology. It felt insincere, as if Vivian was trying to guilt her into forgiveness. Without thinking, Mrs. York turned to Quintessa for support.
Quintessa sighed, wondering how many times this sweet old lady had been taken advantage of by these people. Today, if she hadn’t been there, Mrs. York would have been tricked yet again.
Quintessa smirked coldly, “So you steal someone’s belongings, and if they don’t forgive you, they’d be the bad guys? She might be kind, but I’m not. People who cross me usually regret it. Weren’t you the one shouting about being slandered and wanting to go to the police? Fine, let’s call them.”
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🤣🤣 yes!! stomp the mil into sputtering and silence...