Chapter 4

Jeffrey stepped in to shield Rosalie and gave me a stern look. "Is this how the Larson family cultivate their heiress?"

Jeffrey had come to console me after the incident at the birthday party.

However, Rosalie's deliberate actions caused new trouble between us. I chose to disengage from the conversation. In order not to waste time with them, I pushed Jeffrey aside and locked eyes with Rosalie. "Hand over the brooch!"

A flicker of guilt crossed Rosalie's face, but with Jeffrey by her side, she regained her confidence. "Jeffrey bought it for me. Hannah, you're being petty. You have plenty of nice things. Why do you want to take mine?"

"Oh, really? Where was it purchased? What brand is it? Can you provide details? Someone, restrain her and retrieve the brooch!" I commanded the bodyguards to act, but Jeffrey immediately shielded Rosalie.

"Who dares to do so! I'm Jeffrey Zachary from the Zachary family! Hurting me would insult the Zachary family! Hannah, let me tell you. I bought her the brooch. You're causing a scene in public. Do you think I won't involve the police?"

After hearing his words and seeing Rosalie hiding behind him, I flew into a rage.

Jeffrey had seen that brooch before. Even if he had forgotten, with Jeffrey's refined taste, it was impossible for him not to tell that its workmanship could not be bought in ordinary stores. Yet, he chose to support Rosalie despite this knowledge.

With a smile, I said, "Fine. Call the police." Let them investigate thoroughly. Who is the real wrongdoer, me or a thief within the Larson family?"

Jeffrey was stunned to see my ruthlessness. Jeffrey glanced at Rosalie, recalling the purpose of his visit. "Hannah, I may have overstepped before, and I understand your anger, but aren't we still planning to get married..."

Before Jeffrey could finish, Rosalie removed the brooch with trembling hands. "The gifts Jeffrey gave me are precious, but I don't want to infuriate Hannah because of it. Hannah, take it if you like it. I will give you whatever you want."

Jeffrey's expression softened, but he snatched the brooch when he heard this. "You can't give it to her. You can't let her get what she wants every time!"

Suddenly, the brooch hit the ground and broke.

Unable to bear it anymore, I grabbed Jeffrey's neck and asked sternly. "Do you know what you just broke?"

Jeffrey was a little out of breath and shouted for help from the people around us. The guests were shocked and criticized me.

"What's going on? The rich don't even bother to conceal their evil secrets anymore?"

"Help him. Don't let her kill him!"

With the assistance of the onlookers, Rosalie seized the chance to push me into a corner. "Hannah, I can handle your animosity, but how could you treat Jeffrey this way?" Rosalie asked, looking to Jeffrey for support.

"I never anticipated this side of Ms. Hannah in private."

"Looks like Ms. Rosalie is a good person. Although she doesn't show her face often, she seems upright."

"Has Ms. Hannah's love gone bitter after failing to win Jeffrey's heart after pursuing him for so many years? She's resentful."

"Tsk tsk, she can only keep the man she likes in this way. Even I find her pitiful!"

As the crowd's criticisms grew louder, I remained fixated on the shattered brooch. Gathering my strength, I attempted to retrieve it, but Rosalie stepped on my hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, Hannah."

I clenched my fists, but a male voice suddenly interrupted, "What are you doing?"

Looking at the person, I suddenly smiled. He came—It meant he chose me, too.