He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 229

Oliver froze, totally caught off guard by Teresa’s boldness.

“You’ve got some nerve. No one in Veridian talks to the George family like that. Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?”

Teresa didn’t back down. Her words were sharp, but her smile never wavered. “Why shouldn’t I? What’s so intimidating about the George family anyway?”

Her mind drifted for a second, thinking of Garry. The difference between him and Oliver couldn’t be bigger.

Oliver’s expression turned icy. “Are you insulting me right now?”

She’d thought about trying to reason with him, but honestly, it hit her that discussing anything with someone like Oliver was just pointless.

Turning away, she called out, “Simon, call the police. Let them handle it.”

Simon stared at her, lost. “What? Are you serious?”

Was she trying to solve the problem, or make it worse?

Teresa turned back, a little impatient. “What do you mean, ‘what’? Don’t you have a phone? Do you need to borrow mine?”

It took Simon a second to process, but then he snapped out of it and hurried to pull out his phone and dial emergency services.

Oliver looked shocked all over again.

She was actually calling the cops?

He scoffed, “You might be cute, but you’re not that bright. You really think the police are going to help you?”

Teresa just shrugged. “That depends on what I tell them. If I have proof that this painting wasn’t restored by us, it won’t matter who you are—you’ll have to face the consequences.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes. “You have proof?”

Teresa smiled, letting a hint of smugness show. “We never touched this fake. There’s not a single fingerprint of ours on it. But the forger’s fingerprints? They’ll still be there. When the police check, it’ll all come out.”

He just let out a frustrated huff and marched out of The Craft & Vision Atelier with his people. He definitely wouldn’t forget Teresa anytime soon.

As soon as they left, everyone finally exhaled. The tension in the room melted away, but Simon’s worry was written all over his face.

“Teresa, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I dragged you into this and now you’ve made an enemy out of Oliver.”

So his name was Oliver.

Honestly, Teresa hadn’t cared much about the George family before, but now? She had nothing but contempt for them.

She looked at Simon. “So, who exactly is Oliver in the George family?”

Simon gestured for her to sit down. “Oliver is Barnett’s younger brother. He’s also the uncle of the current head of the George family. But he’s nothing like the rest of them. The others keep a super low profile—no one even knows what the current head looks like. Oliver’s the opposite. He loves the attention.”

Big families were always full of complicated drama, so Teresa figured it was better not to comment on that mess.