Chapter 330: Chapter 330

Rose also stood up, clearly finding Lana’s behavior utterly unreasonable. Even her ex-boyfriend no longer had feelings for her, yet she continued to pester him—what a disgrace.

Remembering how Lana often praised Paige Sterling in livestreams, Rose felt that such a woman was no different from Paige and not worthy of sympathy.

So Rose stood by Fiona’s side and said, "Miss Quill, I’m Fiona’s friend. While I do pity your loss of love, feelings themselves cannot be forced. Without love, you’ve started asking your ex-boyfriend for money, and that really makes people look down on you. Instead of making such a fuss, it’s better to let go and leave each other a way out, don’t you think?"

Now with two more fools added, Lana’s eye twitched more violently.

"What I’m asking for is what he owes me; who are you, an outsider, to point fingers here?"

Rose didn’t feel the slightest that she was an outsider.

"Fiona is my friend, and since Vincent is her boyfriend, he’s my friend too. I won’t just stand by and watch you bully them."

Now it was three against one; Lana was clearly at a disadvantage.

Lana let out a cold laugh, "I’ve never seen such shameless people as you all."

Rose said, "Miss Quill, please watch your language. From start to finish, you’ve been aggressive in this matter, haven’t we done nothing to you?"

Lana’s gaze fell on Fiona, "You’re Fiona, right? From the start, you knew Vincent Yorke had a girlfriend, didn’t you?"

"Of course," Fiona said confidently, "Vincent never hid anything from me; he was honest. And because of that, I know how unhappy he was with you. I wanted him to be happy, to free him from this painful relationship. So Miss Quill, I hope you’ll stop calling me a mistress. I’m not a mistress but a helper ending your unhappy relationship. I’m fulfilling you two, saving you both..."

Lana, "..." So I should thank you, right?

Where did these oddballs come from?

Lana almost couldn’t hold her expression.

"So in these days, he probably spent quite a bit on you, right?" Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵

In these days, Vincent kept asking her for money more relentlessly, without even trying to make decent excuses, which made her suspicious. Upon investigating, she found out she’d been cheated on long ago.

This man, whom she supported, was using her money to keep a mistress in a club. Because he frequently visited clubs and spent lavishly, people there thought he was some rich second generation.

Fiona probably thinks Vincent is quite a catch and can’t wait to get her hands on him.

Such a man, having someone wanting to snatch him, Lana didn’t feel a bit sorry.

And perhaps, to show off in front of Lana and make her retreat, Fiona didn’t hide anything and said proudly, "Actually, it’s not that much, just a few million. He spends on me because he loves me, and I believe, the money he willingly spends on me, he wouldn’t ask back. So Miss Quill, if you truly loved him, there’s no reason to take back the money spent on him. It would make your relationship look very cheap."

When she said this, she was completely unaware that these words perfectly confirmed what Lana had said earlier — Vincent indeed took her money to keep a mistress.

So, those around who were listening intently all clicked their tongues secretly, thinking, "These two shameless people!"

Seeing Fiona’s smugness, Lana pressed further, "Then this bracelet on your hand, I suppose, was also given to you by him?"

Fiona raised her wrist and said happily, "Yes, he personally put it on me on my birthday, saying that with this bracelet, I would be his from then on. He said he was willing to give me a stable home, and love me forever. So Miss Quill, we really love each other. Surely, you wouldn’t want to separate two people who love each other, would you?"

Lana’s expression was strange, "Really? A while ago, I lost a bracelet—a birthday gift from my dad, with my initials on it. I haven’t been able to find it and was about to report it to the police. I didn’t expect that my boyfriend would breach trust and steal my belongings to give to a mistress. My ex-boyfriend is really something—not only can he deceive, but he can also steal."

There was a sharp intake of breath around the café—stealing from your girlfriend to give to a mistress, this was sensational!

Fiona looked disbelieving, "Miss Quill, do you mean this bracelet is actually yours?"

Not waiting for an answer, Fiona continued, almost as if it were taken for granted, "It’s one thing for you to ask Vincent for money, but now you even want to take back the gift he gave me? How could you? Vincent isn’t short of money, so why throw all this dirt on him?"

She really didn’t understand what Lana hoped to achieve with this entanglement.

Lana tugged at her mouth.

"Look closely at the bracelet—isn’t there QL engraved on it?"

Fiona hadn’t noticed such a detail. Upon hearing this, she looked closely—and indeed, there it was. How could that be?

She looked towards Vincent, "Vincent, this is clearly the bracelet you custom-made for me. How could she say it’s hers? Why does it have QL engraved on it? Did you carve it wrong?"

Vincent could barely keep his head up.

How could he have guessed things would come to this?

Fiona suddenly had an expression of realization, "Vincent, I understand now. The bracelet wasn’t originally meant for me, right? That’s why the initials aren’t mine."

She seemed a bit sad but quickly perked up, "It’s okay. Even if it wasn’t initially mine, you gave it to me in the end, proving that I’m the one you truly love in your heart, right? I won’t mind."

Seeing her so optimistically deceiving herself, Lana couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

"Miss, haven’t you figured it out? This bracelet was a birthday gift from my dad. This is theft, understand? If I report this to the police now, with both perpetrator and evidence, neither of you will escape."

"You’re lying, it’s not yours!"

But in her heart, she wasn’t so confident. She glanced at Vincent, who didn’t dare to look back, making her slightly panic.

Vincent wouldn’t steal from Lana; he’s a rich second generation himself—there’s no need for him to steal, right?

Maybe he’s so wealthy that he doesn’t care about a bracelet, so he casually took Lana’s, and Lana is just making a fuss over nothing.

Thinking this way, Fiona regained her confidence.

"Even if the bracelet is yours, you two are boyfriend and girlfriend. Isn’t it normal for him to take your stuff? Why make it sound so unpleasant?"

"Oh? So being a couple gives a boyfriend the right to steal his girlfriend’s jewelry to please a mistress?"

Sigh, cheating and stealing—she’s now embarrassed to even admit to anyone that she once dated such a man. It’s utterly disgraceful.

Fiona frowned, "Miss Quill, how many times do I need to say it? I’m not a mistress!"

Not that Lana cared, since they had already broken up.

She looked at Vincent, "Are you going to repay what you owe me, or should I call the police?"

Vincent’s face was as if he’d been constipated—exceptionally unsightly. With so many people watching, how could he allow Lana to brand him a thief?

He would never admit it.