The Heiress They Couldn't Break novel Chapter 52

The Heiress They Couldn’t Break

Chapter 51 Fight Fire with Fire

Everyone in the elite circle knew who Amelia was.

And tonight, the good show was about to begin.

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The event was casual, with guests seated at round tables. It wasn’t as formal as other galas. In reality, it was a gathering of socialites pretending to network, while really there to eat, drink, and gossip.

When the gala officially began, the auctioneer started showing off a few luxury items for bidding.

Gianna walked in with Belinda and took her seat.

The table was occupied with her friends, who immediately greeted her with fake smiles and air kisses.

Gianna, as usual, played her role perfectly–sweet, charming, and oh–so–friendly. She was good at pretending and flattering people, so everyone liked her well enough.

When Gianna saw Amelia and Demi walking toward the tables, she called out sweetly, “Amelia! There are two seats here. Come sit with us!”

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Amelia’s arm, stopping her from walking past.

Amelia tried to pull away, but Gianna’s grip tightened.

The triumphant smile at the corner of Gianna’s lips said it all. Amelia instantly knew what she was trying to do.

Fine, she thought. If Gianna wanted a show, I’d give her one. Amelia stopped struggling and instead smiled calmly. “Sure. Thanks, Gianna.”

She took Demi’s hand and sat down gracefully. Her expression was calm and elegant, completely ignoring Gianna’s little trap.

If Gianna wanted her to look evil, Amelia would happily let her play the clown instead.

Gianna’s smile widened when they took their seat. She clapped her hands lightly and said enthusiastically, “Everyone, this is my sister Amelia and cousin Demi. I’m sure you’ve all heard of them; please be nice!”

Everyone turned their heads and gave Amelia a quick once–over, their gazes filled with subtle disdain.

Gianna’s tone might have sounded friendly, but everyone knew she and Amelia didn’t get along.

And Amelia–well, she had a reputation for being the odd one out. She never tried to blend in with the other socialites.

A girl in an haute couture gown giggled and said, “These galas just keep going downhill. Now any random nobody can walk in.”

The girl next to her, with long wavy hair, smirked. “Right? Even someone who disappeared from home and popped up from nowhere is trying to act like they belong here now. This community of ours is a mess; it seems like anyone can pretend to be one of us these days.”

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Chapter 51 Fight Fire with Fire

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Laughter exploded around the table, loud and sharp enough to sting.

Belinda was the one being most dramatic. Her shoulders were trembling as she laughed harder than anyone else.

Demi’s face turned pale with fury. She pushed her chair back, ready to argue. Amelia gently placed a hand on her wrist, signaling her to stay calm.

Gianna, pretending to mediate, said sweetly, “Come on, ladies, be kind. Amelia doesn’t usually attend events like this. If she says something wrong, please forgive her.”

The girl with the long wavy hair smirked. “We’re only being polite because of you. Otherwise, she’d already be out the door.”

Then she leaned toward Amelia, her tone dripping with arrogance. “Listen, sweetheart. Try to behave, okay? Don’t go around taking pictures. If I find out you post any of us online to boost your status, I’ll sue you for invasion of privacy. So do yourself a favor and stay in your lane.”

Many so–called appraisal events were crawling with influencers. They’d take photos, post them all over social media, and brag about being part of the upper–class scene. These socialites felt such phenomenon had lowering the event’s standard.

Gianna was secretly thrilled. The one speaking up against Amelia was Vivian Palmer, the heiress of Skynet Media. Vivian was known for her bad temper; one spark and she exploded.

But because of her wealthy background, everyone usually tiptoed around her. They flattered her and let her have her way.

When they saw Vivian lose it at Amelia, Gianna could barely contain her excitement. She almost wished Vivian would go further, grab Amelia’s hair, or even slap her.

The others were no better. They watched with amused eyes, clearly enjoying the scene.

Amelia stayed silent for a moment. When she finally looked up, her calm eyes carried a sharp glint. “So what?” she said evenly. “You’re saying your idea of the elite class is wearing fake jewelry?”

Vivian’s face twisted in anger. “What do you know? How dare you talk nonsense!”

Amelia’s gaze dropped to the necklace around Vivian’s neck. “That Cartier diamond–its clarity is low, and the cut ratio’s all wrong. Honestly, it’s not even a good knockoff.”

Vivian’s expression changed. She instinctively covered the necklace. “That’s impossible! My dad bought it at the official Prento’s boutique! It’s a limited–edition Cartier piece! If you run your mouth again, I’ll slap you!”

Amelia didn’t even flinch. She calmly pulled out her phone and opened an app. “Funny,” she said coldly. “All of Cartier’s limited editions have unique serial codes.”

She turned the screen toward them. Her eyes were calm and cold. “Want to check yours?”

Vivian’s hands started shaking.

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