Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 427

"This won't work, that won't work... even if it's limited edition, everything has a price! Just give us a number, and we'll pay it!" Justin said angrily.

"Money? The one thing I don't lack is money. I could bury you in cash. I want the shoes! You ruined them, so pay me back with the shoes! I want an identical pair—brand new. No knock-offs, and no second-hand pairs worn by someone else."

Dylan couldn't watch this any longer. He looked at the woman and said, "You're being unreasonable."

The woman looked at Dylan again. "What does this have to do with you? I suggest you mind your own business."

"Do you know who he is? He's the CEO of the Sinclair Group. Watch your mouth!" Justin warned.

"Ha! The CEO of the Sinclair Group? Others might be afraid of him, but I'm not. CEO? Please. If we were back in the old days, he'd just be the bastard son of a mistress. His status is lowly!" The woman spoke with venom, casting a provocative glance at Dylan.

This made Elena even more curious.

She wasn't afraid of Dylan and openly insulted him.

Who exactly was this woman?

And why was her background so powerful?

"Shut up! It's just a pair of shoes, isn't it? I'll find a way to replace them. Give me your number. Someone will contact you tomorrow to deliver the exact same pair," Elena said firmly.

"You're bluffing. Let me tell you, even the man standing next to you can't get these shoes!"

"What exactly do you want? The shoes are already scuffed. You should learn to let things go."

"Who do you think you are to lecture me? Today, I want her on her knees!" the woman shouted.

"No, Justin. Have some dignity! You can't kneel. I caused this, I should take responsibility!"

"Claire, stop. She doesn't deserve your knees," Elena said, her eyes flashing as she glared at the woman.

"You little witch, who gave you the right to talk to me like that?" The woman raised her hand, aiming to slap Elena.

Dylan intercepted her hand mid-air. "Enough! Aren't you embarrassed? If word gets out about this, how will people look at you? If you dare touch her today, I'll break this arm."

"Dylan... You... You're bullying me!" The woman gritted her teeth in hatred.

Elena didn't know what history lay between them, but she spoke up again. "I said the shoes would be replaced, and I meant it. My name is Elena. If you don't have the shoes by tomorrow, you can do whatever you want to me. You can have my life for all I care! Give me your phone number. I'll handle the compensation. But if you continue to be unreasonable right now, don't blame me for being unpolite."

"Fine! I'll give you this chance. I'd like to see where you manage to find these shoes. But let me make this clear: I only want brand new ones. Don't bring me some thrift store find or a fake! If you can't pay up within twenty-four hours, you're at my mercy. As for Dylan, he has no right to interfere!"