Chapter 115 - 116 A Present, Not A Shackle
‘This one—’ Ashton gestured at Violet—‘tried every trick in the book to get an invite to the Laurent family’s gala. I heard she wore a necklace she “borrowed” from Nyx Collective. I wonder if she ever returned it.’
Violet stiffened, her face going even whiter.
‘What?’ Savannah stared at Violet. ‘What necklace? Violet?’
‘The one that Eliza Black wore a while ago,’ Ashton added helpfully. ‘Seems to have generated quite a bit of buzz.’
‘Veyra?’ Savannah gasped. ‘But that’s kept under lock and key. And nobody’s ever borrowed it since—’ She seemed to have finally understood what Ashton meant by ‘borrowed.’
‘I believe it was taken from your showroom. You might want to check the security footage.’
‘I’ll get right to it.’ Savannah turned to her office, then stopped, turned back. ‘But our meeting—’
‘Can wait,’ Ashton said. ‘I’ll just chat with my wife while you sort this out.’
He looked at Rexford. ‘Mr Caldwell, when I sign that deal, I expect the company to be clean. No toxic staff, no lingering scandals, and certainly no employees with sticky fingers. If there’s rot, I expect it gone before the ink dries.’
‘Of course, of course, Mr Laurent.’ Rexford hurried over to join Savannah, cursing a blue streak. ‘What the hell did I tell you? This is an important day for me, and you fuc...’
I grabbed Ashton by the arm, pulling him into a corner away from the madness. ‘How do you know Violet stole the necklace? You weren’t even in the room that day.’
‘I checked the footage. It came with audio. I knew exactly what you two were saying back then.’