Chapter 136: Stolen Things and Stolen Identity

Elsie touched the jadeite bracelet around her wrist. There was nothing she could do.

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

"Ms. Saunders, I caught these people. Want to guess who sent them?"

Yunice paused, then remembered Margaret had mentioned someone trying to ambush her at the hospital.

"I don't know," Yunice said. "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 are getting married soon. Shouldn't you change how you call him?"

"It's not a real marriage," Yunice said.

"Still, you have to play the part," Margaret said, then laughed. "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 soon as she turned it on, it was flooded 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 blank expression. The message was sent two days ago. It was short. She apologized to Yunice, claimed she hadn't meant to hurt her hand that day, and asked if it still hurt. She also said she wanted Yunice to come 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, they'd try to offer the same meaningless apology or compensation. I was sick of it. She didn't even open Owen's messages; she went straight to Quinton's.

Chapter 136: Stolen Things and Stolen Identity

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

A detest was attached. The total value was close to nine figures.

Yunice frowned. That expensive, and Owen accepted it for me?

Just as she was becoming 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 Elsie on social media, but one look at the overly polished, influencer-style profile, and she knew immediately whose account it was.

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

Yunice grinned. Elsie had accounts. One for family and friends. The other for flaunting wealth and building connections. She fished for others and, of course, used grand gestures to her advantage. Gill's just added the account. Now she scrolled through her carefully curated posts with a curled lip.

Then his expression changed. He furrowed his brow and exclaimed, "She's disgusting! It's bad enough she steals things; now she's stealing your dad! Look!"

It was a post from two years ago. In a heavily filtered selfie, Elsie 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 classic when I was sick."

Yunice's face went completely cold. This? More like a parody.

She continued scrolling. Almost every luxury item I owned had appeared in Elsie's feed. 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's last post?