The Richest Family’s Most Chaotic Day

Still crying, Julia reached into her Hermès bag and pulled out an elegant velvet box.

"Take a good look! My dad bought this for me at an auction in Enthropia last week. It's a blue diamond necklace called the Heart of the Ocean, worth ten million dollars. There's only one in the entire world!"

She held the necklace up to the camera. The deep blue gem caught the light and flashed brilliantly.

"Have you two losers ever seen something like this? Ever touched it? You could work your whole lives and still never afford a stone like this! That's the gap between us. We're not even in the same world!"

A wave of shock rippled through the comments.

[Oh my god! That looks real…]

[The craftsmanship, the shine… That's definitely authentic.]

[Is she really the Stone heiress? If she is, those two are done for…]

The tide of opinion started to shift again.

I looked at the necklace and couldn't help laughing. If I remembered right, I had tossed that thing into the corner of my closet last month because it felt too heavy.

Pamela Cross had been cleaning nearby at the time, going on and on about how beautiful it was.

And now, it was here.

The thought clicked into place.

I took a closer look at Julia. Now that I really paid attention, there was a faint resemblance between her features and Pamela's.

I see…

"Ten million?" I stepped forward, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "Are you sure your dad gave that to you?"

"Obviously! Who else would've given it to me?" Julia snapped, trying to sound confident. "It even has my initials engraved on it!"

"Oh? Really?" I leaned in closer to the necklace. "Then you should know the clasp is engraved with 'JS,' right?"

Julia froze for a split second, then her face lit up with excitement. "Exactly! JS stands for Julia Stone! That proves it. Do you believe me now?"

I looked at her with something close to pity and shook my head.

"Lack of education really is scary."

I straightened and turned to the crowd and the camera, raising my voice.

"JS is an initial, sure, but it stands for Juliet Stone. That's me."

I pointed to a barely noticeable flaw on the back of the necklace.

"Also, there's a tiny scratch back here. My dog bit it, and that's why I threw it aside. So tell me, is the gift your dad gave you something you dug out of my trash?"

The entire crowd erupted.

Julia's face drained of color. She instinctively covered the back of the necklace.

"You're lying! That's slander! You're just jealous!" she screamed hysterically. "What proof do you have that you're Juliet Stone? What proof do you have that this is yours?"

"Proof?" Ethan let out a cold laugh and pulled out his phone. "If you want to play, let's go all in."

He dialed a number. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly through the crowd.

"David, someone's stolen high-value property from the Stones and is posing as a member of the family. Also, have security bring a team over and clear the area."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a blade as it swept over Julia.

"One more thing. Tell Arnold Stone that if he's not here in ten minutes to handle this himself, I'll make sure his precious company has a new name by tomorrow."

Julia scoffed, still refusing to back down. "Yeah, right! Keep acting. Rename the company? Who do you think you are? Read too many novels or something?"

Before her words had fully settled, a deep, synchronized roar of engines rolled in from the distance.

I counted ten black Rolls-Royce Phantoms driving straight into the pedestrian street like a dark procession, forcing the crowd apart as they advanced.

The lead car came to a stop, and a middle-aged man in a sharp suit stepped out. He broke into a run, sweat beading on his forehead as he rushed toward us.

Julia's eyes lit up. She struggled to her feet, thinking her backup had arrived. "Bob! You're here! You've got to save me. These two are trying to kill me!"

The man was Bob Carpenter, the chief secretary of Stone Corporation.

However, he didn't even glance at Julia. He rushed straight up to Ethan and me, stopping short in front of us, his voice shaking but clear.

"Mr. Stone, Ms. Stone, I'm sorry I'm late. I should never have let things get this far."