Chapter 391: Chapter 391: She’s a Thief!
Every word he said was almost designed to lead her into peril, with ulterior motives.
The most harmful things are often like a soft knife.
Unlike a rash direct attack, this kind of circuitous conspiracy makes one feel chilled to the bone.
"Tch, future Sheridan family bride? Don’t make me laugh, Chairman Sheridan never officially recognized her status from the start, what qualifies her to pose as Eldest Young Master Sheridan’s fiancée?"
"But some people have skin as thick as a city wall, the Sheridan family is such a big thigh, who wouldn’t want to latch on? Even a bit of gold dust falling off would be enough for that pauper to live on forever. Didn’t you see her bag doesn’t even have a brand?"
"Wow, to think you’d be a future Sheridan bride and be this pathetic, really surprises me. I told you, Chairman and Eldest Young Master Sheridan couldn’t be blind, how could they fancy such a woman?"
"Maybe that woman used some dirty tricks to climb up to Eldest Young Master Sheridan? If you ask me, Chairman Sheridan’s tone didn’t sound fake... maybe she’s claiming her status through a child."
"Hahaha, it’s hilarious, the world isn’t short of bumpkins trying desperately to climb up, but ironically, those bumpkins end up with nothing. Just you wait and see!"
Standing in the stall listening in on the corner, Ann Vaughn: "..."
Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it is.
Just a few words made her the enemy of all the socialites present, even in all of Marinia. If she continued to stay in Marinia, who knows how she’d be targeted by these people.
And even if she were bullied to death, it wouldn’t be the Sheridan family’s problem, because the family head "loves" and "recognizes" her so much.
If she were removed, that would be best; even if not, things wouldn’t go well for her.
Ann lowered her eyes slightly, suppressing the speculation in her mind that seemed most likely, bit by bit.
After leaving the restroom, Ann decided to leave the banquet hall to avoid a siege upon returning.
But at this moment, security in the banquet hall suddenly stopped her, "Miss, please wait! Someone in the hall lost something valuable, and everyone present needs to be investigated before leaving!"
Ann furrowed her brows slightly, feeling things weren’t that simple.
Upon returning to the banquet hall, she saw a group of people surrounding a well-dressed lady, asking her where she might have dropped the item and what it was.
"A diamond necklace, a birthday gift from my husband last year, not something worth much, but of great personal significance." The lady’s face was stern, emanating an aura of authority without anger.
"Is it the ’Beloved’ purple diamond necklace?" someone tentatively asked.
The lady nodded, and the hall erupted with gasps of shock.
This isn’t worth much? Nearly half of those present couldn’t afford it even if they sold all their assets!
Moreover, if the necklace isn’t found, they’d all bear responsibility.
Seeing those around her suddenly tense up, Ann knew the diamond necklace wasn’t just expensive.
Everyone hurriedly searched around for the missing necklace but couldn’t find a trace after a considerable time.
"If nothing else works, we might have to call in the security bureau." The lady said with a grim expression.
Faces changed at this, businessmen fear nothing more than entanglement with the security bureau, which could damage their company’s image if word got out.
Furthermore, not everyone is like the Hawthorne Corp. and the Sheridan Group, with walls so impenetrable nothing could be uncovered.
They were scared stiff!
"W-wait a minute!" At this moment, a sudden voice stopped the crowd, "I just saw, she put that diamond necklace into her bag..."
This claim caused an uproar.
No wonder they couldn’t find it, turns out it was stolen!
But when everyone looked at the girl pointed out, they were shocked again!
The future Sheridan bride, handpicked by Chairman Sheridan, was actually the thief!?
Ann Vaughn, accused of stealing and putting the necklace in her bag, was even more frustrated, truly a disaster from nowhere.
All eyes around her changed, filled with suspicion and investigation.
The lady also looked over, scrutinizing Ann before frowning.
Ann glanced at the socialite accusing her, with an indifferent look, "Miss, you can talk nonsense, but don’t slander. When did you see me put the necklace in my bag, and why did you see it but didn’t stop me?"
"I, I..." The socialite was flustered by her swift questions, only steadying herself after receiving Jane Sheridan’s gaze, "Just before you went to the bathroom, I wanted to speak up, but I was afraid of offending Chairman and Eldest Young Master Sheridan, so I hesitated and didn’t."
The socialite apologized to the lady, "I’m sorry, it’s my timidness."
"It’s not your fault." The lady shook her head, looking assertively at Ann Vaughn, "Miss, can you please take out your bag for me to check?"
"I understand your anxiety over losing something precious, but aren’t you being too hasty? Without evidence, it seems you don’t have the right to demand my cooperation." Ann Vaughn refused.
For some reason, she felt her bag had... gotten heavier.
"Miss Vaughn, it’s just a check, not an accusation of theft," Jane Sheridan stepped in timely, gracefully and generously, "Consider it for your clear name and this lady’s peace of mind."
Hearing this, the lady looked approvingly at Jane Sheridan and nodded slightly, "That’s right."
"Yeah, just show us your bag to see if the diamond necklace is there. Acting all evasive makes you look very suspicious."
"Even rejecting Chairman Sheridan’s gift, she surely wouldn’t stoop to stealing, would she?"
"Who knows, maybe she prides herself on ’earning her keep’, wanting to appear above money to everyone?"
"If that necklace is really in her possession, I guess her dreams of marrying into the Sheridan family are over. If someone can steal small things now, who knows if she’d empty the Sheridan family assets?"
The intermittent discussions grew increasingly harsh and disdainful, piercing Ann Vaughn’s ears one by one.
She gritted her teeth, tensing her nerves, fingers clenching her bag tightly.
Right, it happened at that time...
When Wilder Sheridan had taken her away from the Sheridan family, her room had changed slightly upon her return, but nothing missing, so she hadn’t paid attention.
Turns out, it was all waiting for her here.
Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes swept towards Jane Sheridan standing beside the lady, presiding over the scene, a rage igniting in her gaze.
Jane was the only one with the opportunity to handle the keys and meddle with her room!