Chapter 136 Stolen Things and Stolen Identity


    Elsie touched the jadeite bracelet around <b>her </b>wrist. There was nothing she could do.


    Finished


    At Virtue Hall, Yunice was sitting behind the folding screen, working <b>through </b>practice questions, when her phone rang. It was a call from Margaret.


    Ms. Saunders, I caught these people. Want to guess <b>who </b>sent them?”


    Yunice paused for a second, then remembered that Margaret had mentioned earlier that someone had tried to ambush her <b>at </b>the hospital.


    “I don’t know, Yunice <b>said</b>.


    It felt like everyone around me, except Wyatt, was trying to corner me. I was practically a rat running across the street.


    “It was Quinton Ford.”


    Quinton was still after me!


    Margaret said, “Quinton’s got some tricks up his sleeve. Should I tell Mr. Cooper about this?”


    “No need,” Yunice replied. “Mr. Cooper has already warned him once. He probably wouldn’t dare hurt me now. No need to bother him about it.”


    You call him Mr. Cooper too?” Margaret teased. “You two <b>are </b>getting married soon. Shouldn’t you change how you call him?”


    “It’s not a real marriage, Yunice said.


    “Still, you have to y the part, Margaret said, thenughed. “Try saying it like this. Wyatt darling-


    Yunice raised a brow. “Shameless.”


    “Hahaha Margaret dropped the joke and said seriously, “Call him by his name. He’d like it.”


    Yunice rubbed her temple. “We’ll see.”


    After hanging up, Yunice pulled out the old phone Elsie had once given her


    Sure enough, as <b>soon </b>as she <b>turned </b>it on, it was <b>flooded </b>with missed calls and messages.


    There were dozens from Quinton, a few from Owen, and one from Lily.


    Yunice’s finger hovered over Lily’s name. After hesitating for two seconds, she tapped it with a nk expression.


    The message was sent two days ago. It was short.


    She apologized to Yunice, imed she hadn’t meant to hurt her hand that day, <b>and </b>asked if it still hurt.


    She also said she wanted Yunice toe home and hoped she could make it up to her.


    Yunice silently deleted the message


    It was always the same. After hurting me without a second thought, <b>they’d </b>try to offer same meaningless apology orpensation<b>. </b>I was sick of it


    She didn’t even open Owen’s messages; she went straight to Quinton’s


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    Chapter 136 Stolen Things and Stolen Identity


    Finisher


    Quinton texted: “Ms. Saunders. I have heard the news of your impending marriage. I have prepared a modest gift and personally drivered it to your residence. Your brother epted it on your behalf. I hope you will ept it with a smile.


    A detest was attached. The total <b>value </b>was close to nine figures.


    Tite frowned. That expensive and Owen epted it for me?”


    Just as she was geming annoyed, Gill appeared in front of her like a fluttering butterfly, holding up her flip phone. Yanice, someone’s showing off again Help me judge, this jadeite bracelet is so green it must be fake, right?”


    Yunice didn’t have Else on social media, but one look at the overly polished, influencer–style profile, and she knew immediately whose ount it was.


    How do have ne


    Gill looked proud Targeted marketing. Look at my profile, male, overseas executive, just the type to attract a gold digger lik


    <b>her </b>


    Yunice grinned


    Elsie had ounts. One to <b>the </b>gameion for family and friends.


    The other safe fringealth and building connections.


    She fished for others and of course grand God wees to her advantage.


    Gill’s just added the ount. Now she scrolled through her carefully curated posts with a curled lip.


    Then his expression changed. He furrowed his bow and examed. “She’s disgusting! It’s <b>bad </b>enough she steals things: now she’s stealing your dad! Look!”


    It was a post


    from two years ago. In a heavily erlined effe lie’s wo dearly wore Yunice’s bracelet


    The caption read: “A parent’s love for their child is shown in a thoughtful way. I will always be grateful for my father’s love. Thank you. Dad. for getting me this jade bracelet with the Confucian ssic when I was <b>sick</b>.


    Yunice’s face wentpletely cold. Thi? More like a perly.


    She continued scrolling


    Almost every luxury them I owned had appeared in ir’s ford


    Gifts from Owen were described as gifts from her brother-


    Even the Saunders mansion was listed as her private property


    And the jadeite bracelet in Elsie’sst post?