Chapter 3

Fiona snatched the watch before I could react and exclaimed, "Tiffany, take a look! Isn't this the one you lost?"

"Yes, this is definitely the watch my mom gave me," Tiffany replied, her eyes red as she looked at me pitifully. "Yvonne, why is it in your drawer?"

Her teary, pitiful expression immediately drew sympathy from those around us.

This was truly a performance worth seeing!

"Your watch? Why are my initials engraved on the side, then?"

The crowd froze in shock again, quickly gathering to inspect the engraving. Sure enough, the letters "Y.T." were etched on the side of the watch.

I knew exactly where this watch came from. It had been a gift for my birthday from a classmate who tried to curry favor with me. However, since I already had a surplus of similar styles at home, I listed it for sale online at a discounted price.

I still remembered how a buyer contacted me the very next day. She haggled with me endlessly over the price until I got fed up and agreed to knock off a bit more just to be done with it.

Little did I know, Tiffany was that buyer.

Fiona folded her arms and sneered, "What a joke! Just because it says Y.T. doesn't mean it belongs to you. Don't try to change the subject. You stole Tiffany's watch. Now, we have both witnesses and evidence. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"There's really nothing more I can say. Let's just check the security cameras. Every room in the office here has surveillance. Surely you all know that, right?"

Judging by their reactions, they clearly didn't.

"Should I call the police to come and see who the real thief is?" I taunted as I pulled out my phone.

Fiona's face turned pale instantly.

"What's all this commotion about so early in the morning?" Garreth, who suddenly came, asked.

Tiffany looked at me with a pitiful expression and said, "Someone must have accidentally put it in the wrong drawer. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Yvonne. Please don't hold it against me, okay?"

She had started this whole mess, yet now she was acting all innocent and trying to pacify me. Did the sense of superiority come with the second-hand watch she bought?

Deciding it wasn't worth stooping to their level, I merely let out a cold chuckle. However, this incident completely soured my relationship with Tiffany.

We had to work overtime the next day. Tiffany took charge of ordering dinner for everyone using the intern list. But when the food arrived and was distributed, mine was the only one missing.

"But I ordered exactly for the 13 people on the list. How could one be missing?" Tiffany frowned, putting on an anxious face that looked incredibly insincere to me.

My name was right smack in the middle of the list. How was it that I was the only one who got skipped?

"How about this? I'll order another one for you," she suggested. She was already pulling out her phone.

"Oh, but it won't arrive until 7:00 pm, and we have a meeting starting soon," someone else chimed in.

I sneered. I was flabbergasted by how she could think of such childish tactics.

"It's simple," I replied. "Whoever made the mistake should take responsibility. How about giving me your dinner instead?"

I didn't actually care about the food, of course. I only said that for the sake of it.

Before Tiffany could respond, Fiona jumped in sharply, "Do you have no shame? First, you stole Tiffany's watch, and now you want to snatch her dinner?"

Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Soon, all eyes were on us.

I smirked at her. "First of all, I never stole the watch, as the surveillance footage can prove. If you're so determined to get to the bottom of it, I'm happy to oblige. Second, did you see me physically take her dinner?"

Fiona clearly hadn't expected me to respond so logically and was momentarily stunned.

Tiffany stepped forward to play peacemaker. "Yvonne, don't take it the wrong way. Fiona just has a blunt way of speaking; she didn't mean anything by it."

Looking at their hypocritical faces, I grabbed my files and walked straight into the meeting room—out of sight, out of mind.

However, by 9:00 pm, I was so hungry that I was seeing stars. I bombarded my mom with messages when I was taking a break.

"I want braised ham hock, butter shrimp, honey-glazed ribs... oh, and two plates of pasta!"

By the time we wrapped up, it was nearly midnight. Everyone seemed utterly drained, silently leaving in groups.

A sleek black Bentley parked outside the office drew everyone's attention.

"Tiffany, is that your family's car?" someone asked. "Your dad is so good to you, always worrying about you walking alone at night and sending a car to pick you up!"

Tiffany pressed her lips into a modest smile. "Oh, no, it's nothing like that—"

I didn't say a word. I only stepped forward when the driver got out of the car and waved in my direction.

"What's going on? Why is she getting in?" Fiona shouted in confusion as I climbed into the car.

I didn't bother glancing back and simply told the driver to drive.

When I got home, the sight of a table full of my favorite dishes instantly wiped away all my frustrations. I dove in without a second thought.

Just as I was devouring a drumstick, my dad walked in. With some free time on his hands, he casually asked me how work had been these past two days.

My hand paused mid-shred. I held back the words that were about to spill.

"Everything's fine! Just wait and see—I'll make a big splash soon!"

Tiffany's childish tricks were hardly worth troubling my dad over.

I was simply waiting for the perfect opportunity to see Tiffany's lies unravel completely!

It was still too early to expose them.