Mrs. York, with a heart full of grievances, clung to Quintessa's arm as if she had finally found her comrade-in-arms in a battle for justice. Her pitiful demeanor was heartbreaking. Quintessa sighed. It was tough seeing an elderly lady like Mrs. York being pushed around at her age. Clearly, some folks thought they could take advantage of her kind nature and force her into a corner. Quintessa gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, "I'm here for you. What's there to worry about? It's just a piece of jewelry. Let me take a look."

Across from them, Vivian eyed Quintessa suspiciously, "And who might you be?"

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Who am I? None of your business. And you, borrowing jewelry from Mrs. York? Please, you don't even look like you could afford such fine things."

back down because of that? Let me tell you, your slander against me won't just

clang, Quintessa grabbed a coffee cup from beside Mrs. York and slammed it on the table. The coffee splashed high, drenching Vivian's brand-new

out a couple of napkins to wipe her hands, "Oh, was that on purpose? My bad, it was an accident. Vivian, right? Since you're from the well-respected West family, you need not make

jewelry. Not to brag, but my family

York watched Quintessa, feeling bewildered. Since when was she

check

and the craftsmanship is divine. Look at the quality

squeezed Mrs. York's hand under the table, reassuring her, "Take another

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