Reborn Second Chance With The Scheming Tycoon novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 The Authenticator

Amelia Johnson feigned a look of utter panic. “What? How did that happen? What should we do?”

Ethan Collins grabbed her arm, his grip tight. “We’re leaving. Now. Through the back.”

Amelia wrenched her arm free. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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“Amelia, please,” Sabrina Johnson interjected, her face a mask of feigned concern. “I know you’re used to having your way, but this isn’t the time to be stubborn. You’ll ruin the reputation of both our families.”

“That’s precisely why I’m staying,” Amelia countered, her voice firming. “Running away is what would cause trouble. I need to face this.”

Ethan shot her a sharp, disgusted look. “Can you ever stop being difficult? Is causing scandals all you’re good for?”

“So in your eyes, I’m just a problem,” Amelia’s voice wavered slightly, the hurt this time feeling less like an act and more like a ghost of an old wound.

“Yes. Every single incident leads back to you. When will you grow up?” Ethan scoffed, gesturing toward Sabrina. “Look at your own sister. Then look at yourself. The difference is staggering.”

Amelia turned to Sabrina, her eyes narrowing. “Sabrina, why don’t you tell Ethan who really bought those clothes?”

“How should I know?” Sabrina shrugged, all innocence. “Come on, let’s just go home and stop making this worse.” She felt zero anxiety; Ethan would always believe her over Amelia.

“I don’t wear fakes. I’m going to clear my name.”

Before Ethan could react, Amelia turned and strode purposefully into the main hall.

Sabrina nearly laughed aloud. What a fool. Amelia was happily digging her own grave without any help.

As Amelia entered, the whispers began anew, sharp and cutting.

“I despise people who wear counterfeits. It’s so tacky.”

“Absolutely. If you can’t afford the real thing, have some dignity and don’t pretend.”

“If Damien Taylor finds out she’s a fraud, he’ll be mortified.”

“Women like her rely on cheap tricks to get attention.”

Amelia ignored them, her eyes scanning the room. The photo was gone from the main screen; someone had shut off the projector. She made a beeline for Damien Taylor.

She sat beside him, her voice low but steady. “I’m sorry about the commotion. I’ll handle it. I won’t let this reflect poorly on you.”

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