My Heiress Life, My System

ood up, his voice a low growl disguised as concern. "This is your e

accusing. "After everything we've done for you, do you r

p this, Jocelyn. You're embarrassing us. You're embarrassing your

Is this some kind of joke? Are you trying to humiliate me? A

pain of their words was sharp, a bitter sting in my throat. I reme

n, reminding me of the incide

ders? She saved their asses and they called her a 'thug.' All because sh

ree days straight, digging through filth to find the leverage that saved Scott Automotive. They had

heir company, I had protected the man

rage Ethan further. He had built this perfect

snarled, his contr

ved me

the soft grass. I fell to the ground in a heap of designer silk.

t through the crowd.

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temper for five more minutes

ed at the same time. A look of genuine distress, of physical discomfort, washed

, his voice filled with a desperate, fake panic. "I don't

ing to fix

ces etched with a similar forced concern. "Darlin

atch. It was a Patek Philippe, a famous Scott family heirloom

s hands trembling. They were terrifie

ilk. I looked at their panicked, lying faces. And then, I l

portu

and deliberate. I let out a sob, a sound of pure, hear

breaking. "You want to apologize wit

io. I pulled out the top sheet, the beautif

e strength I had,

ack of fraudulent documents into pieces, scattering t

Scotts and Ethan stared at the shredded pape

my vision

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ey didn't just fall; they crumpled to the ground as if their bones had turned to dust. They writhed, t

their system. And I was the