The True Heiress's Return

Chapter

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When she finished, Rebecca's breath became heavier, as if she was repressing something. "Where are you?" Rebecca asked.

Tm at Celeste Couture in Grand Mall. What happened?" Yvette was confused, but the only response she got was the click of the line going dead. Yvette was baffled, having no idea what had just happened. After saying goodbye to Xanthe and Berry, she walked out of the store. Just then, she heard a voice from a passerby's phone, which astonished her. "Tim sorry, I shouldn't have used your design. It's all my fault!" Suddenly, Yvette realized something. She rushed over and took the passerby's phone. "What are you doing?" the passerby got mad, but then he recognized Yvette in surprise. "Wait, you're Yvette Nelson? The girl

in the video?"

Yvette stared at the screen, eyes wide as she saw a video posted on the official Nelson Group account. "Who? Who did this?" she screamed.

The passerby, startled by her outburst, quickly grabbed their phone back and stepped away, turning his camera on her. "How could a rich girl be like this? Just like in the video, no class at all!" Yvette glared at him. "Stop filming! Put that phone dow down!"

The commotion drew more onlookers, and soon, a small crowd had gathered. More people raised their phones, recording her.

"That's the rich kid who stole someone else's design for the competition? Wow, what a spoiled brat, dirty and unapologetic.

"Yeah, didn't she say she'd sincerely apologize in that last video? And now she's acting like nothing happened. When confronted, she plays dumb and cries like a victim."

"Exactly! The person she

copied from must be so fed up. Yvette publicly said she'd apologize, but when it came time, she cried like she was being bullied." "She's just pulling a a pity card. Does she really think we're that gullible? Cry a little, and the public will take her side? She really thinks she is wronged."

"Huh, should

crying skills? What a great

around her grew louder, and Yvette tried to keep

in person. And they were all losers who dressed in cheap clothes Yvette's anger boiled

What a

nothing to do with you!" She lost control and swung at the nearest phone, knocking it out of the person's hand. The phone hit the ground

Yvette's eyes as she threw herself into Mitchell's arms, looking weak

Mitchell wrapped an arm around her, shielding her from the agitated crowd as he led

ten minutes had been some of the most chaotic of his

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now a tangled mess with knots, Mitchell couldn't help

frown.

the verge of tears. "What are those idiots even doing? I can't take this. I'm calling the

how could you smack that person's hand?" Mitchell asked. His question stunned

bringing trouble to the

the past, no matter what, Mitchell would always comfort her when she cried, without questioning right or wrong. But now

expression when she knocked that person's phone out of his hand, he found Yvette. his cherished little sister, felt

rolled down the window, letting the breeze cool his temper. "Claude, get in touch with the person whose phone

angrier, for she thought Mitchell shouldn't offer that loser

a deep breath and turned back to face Yvette, locking eyes with her. "Didn't you tell me that you would apologize to

going to apologize, but I didn't say I'd do it in front of the whole class!" Yvette's expression twisted with discomfort. It was right

sob. "I begged Shakira. I asked her if we could talk somewhere else, but she refused. She even said maybe Mom and Dad hadn't taught me properly. She used Mom and Dad to threaten me. What was I supposed to do?" Her face tilted upward, tears of anguish rolling down her cheeks her eyes filled with helplessness. "Do you also

apology, you should apologize to her. But you... Mitchell wanted to ask her what she was crying for. But before he could ask this question, Yvette