Chapter 881:
Aylin stared at Christina in awe, a wave of security washing over her just from being near her. There was something about Christina—something that commanded respect almost instinctively.
“What do you think you’re doing? Let go!” Joselyn cried out, her voice tight with pain as she struggled to free herself.
But Christina’s grip didn’t budge—it was like iron.
“Let go of my mom!” Katie charged forward, trying to intervene.
Just then, Christina abruptly released Joselyn and stepped to the side, causing Katie to miss and tumble straight to the floor.
Seeing their plan on the verge of unraveling, Yolanda quickly turned to leave, but several bodyguards blocked her path. With no route left to escape, she had no choice but to turn back and rejoin the others in the living room.
“Joselyn, don’t forget where you are,” Christina said coldly, fixing her with a piercing stare. “This is my house—you have no right to threaten my staff, much less lay a hand on them.”
“She’s just a servant spreading lies to slander us. Why can’t I teach her a lesson?” Joselyn fumed.
“Lies? Slander?” Christina gave a cold, derisive smile before turning to Aylin.
“Search whoever you saw stealing.”
“Miss Dawson took your pink diamond earrings,” Aylin declared, stepping forward to inspect Katie’s bag.
“Fuck off!” Joselyn cried out in panic, shoving Aylin aside without hesitation.
“My daughter would never steal!”
“That’s right. Katie may be a little mischievous at times, but she’d never stoop to stealing,” Yolanda chimed in softly.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘[․]𝖈𝖔𝖒
Christina turned to Yolanda with a cool, unyielding gaze. “Whether she did it or not, we’ll know once her bag is searched.”
“No! You can’t search my bag! On what grounds do you have to search it?” Katie clung desperately to her bag, refusing to let anyone near. The pink diamond earrings were hidden inside—and if they were found, she’d be done for. Worse still, if the school found out, she’d be expelled on the spot. Her reputation would be ruined.
Aylin looked toward Christina, unsure of how to proceed.
“If you’re so against us searching the bag, fine,” Christina said coldly. “Then I’ll involve the police. And if they find out you stole my pink diamond earrings, you’ll be locked up. I’ll also make sure the whole world knows what you did.”
As she spoke, Christina pulled out her phone, deliberately dialing the authorities.
“Wait! Don’t call the police!” Joselyn rushed forward, her tone suddenly pleading. She turned to Bethel, her eyes desperate. “Bethel, please—talk her down. It’s not worth causing this much chaos over a pair of earrings.”
Bethel’s expression remained frosty, her posture unshaken. “I am fine with Christina’s way of handling things.”
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