Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 91 Bronte Messes With the Studio

"Miguel! Are you seriously trying to back out of our deal?" Bronte yelled, slamming the table, her eyes blazing with anger.

But Miguel just leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, not taking her seriously at all. "Bronte, let's be real. If it wasn't for your connection with Leon, I wouldn't have even bothered with you. But now, Leon knows what went down five years ago. You're useless to me. Instead of throwing a fit, you should figure out your next move."

With that, Miguel called security to have Bronte escorted out.

Standing outside the Larson Corporation building, Bronte's eyes were filled with determination, like she had made up her mind about something.

Meanwhile, at the Cooper Mansion, the three kids were waiting in the yard for Leon to come back. When they saw Leon's car pull up, their faces lit up. But when they realized he was alone, their excitement faded.

As Leon walked over, Sam ran up and hugged his leg. "Daddy, where's Mommy? Why didn't she come back with you?"

Leon looked awkward, gently patting Sam's head. "She didn't come back."

Sam sighed, like he had expected it. "Daddy, you still couldn't make Mommy happy, huh? You're too clumsy; you need our help."

Leon was thinking about how to make things right with Tiffany so he didn't think much of Sam's words. He took the kids inside, but his mind was elsewhere.

At ten that night, Bronte showed up at the Tiffany store, holding a baseball bat. She glared at the clothes inside.

The store was locked up tight. Her sneer twisted her lips, a vengeful gleam flickering in her eyes. "Tiffany, I hate you. You're gonna feel this pain too."

With a wild, almost feral energy, she swung the bat, shattering the windows with a series of resounding crashes. The glass rained down in glittering shards, adding a chaotic symphony to her rage. Not content with the destruction, Bronte hauled in two buckets of paint and began hurling the thick, gloppy contents across the walls, turning the pristine surfaces into a grotesque mess. Clothes were scattered and tossed like yesterday's trash, their value diminished to nothing under her fury.

office, pausing to smirk at the security camera outside. With a single, calculated swing, she smashed it

Bronte found the room full of Tiffany's design drafts and drawings. She gave a cold smile, relishing the

come.

every hour of laborious creativity, was obliterated as she tore through the papers, wrecked the

how you manage without these! Show off, huh? We're going down together. Just wait and see!" Bronte's voice echoed with spite, her heart pounding with a

face arrest and whatever consequences came her way. There was a grim resolve

a frantic call from Tess. "Tiffany, something terrible happened! You need to get to the studio right

studio. When Tiffany arrived, Tess was already there, taking photos for evidence to give to the police. Then, she saw

were shredded, turned into confetti, impossible to piece back together. The computers were smashed, showing signs

place to read the complete version of this

phone showed Bronte storming into the studio last night. Soon

She couldn't believe Bronte would go this

Tess whispered, her

fists and headed to

way to the office, heard about Tiffany's situation

cuffed to the table, a barely concealed smirk playing on her lips as she was questioned by the officers. Her admission was brazen, dripping with arrogance. When she learned that Tiffany was there, her smugness

and tore everything. So what? Tiffany, this is the police station. You can't touch me here! I just want to see you helpless! Let's see how you explain this to your

slap on the wrist. In her mind, she hadn't committed any "serious" crimes. But

highly regarded, with many pending orders. Some required the design drafts to be reviewed within a specific timeframe. Now that Bronte had destroyed everything, Tiffany was left with nothing. She faced not only a hit

words, Tiffany silently cursed