She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 352

“Saphira” maintained her poised smile. “As long as he treats my daughter well, I’ll be content.”

The dishes had arrived at Loyce’s table, but her attention had been completely captured by the women on the other side of the screen. She leaned back in her chair, glancing at the woman being fawned over, then sat up straight again to look at Lucian. “Sounds like your future ‘mother-in-law.’”

Lucian frowned. “That’s not Saphira’s voice.”

He could tell just from the sound.

He picked up a bowl and ladled some soup for her. “Enjoy the show, but you still have to eat.”

The soup was delicious. As Loyce sipped it, she listened to the ladies next door endlessly flattering the fake Saphira, hoping their husbands’ businesses could get a foothold in the two-billion-dollar commercial development. They showered her with a steady stream of gifts.

The woman, who had only been hired to play the part of Cyrilla’s mother for ten thousand dollars, was now staring, wide-eyed, at handbags and jewelry worth over a hundred thousand.

She had never seen so many luxury goods in her life. If she sold them, even secondhand, she would make far more than the fee Cyrilla had offered her.

Besides, she reasoned, a girl who would hire a fake mother couldn't have good intentions. What could she do if she just took these gifts and disappeared?

Saphira’s eyes lit up. While feigning reluctance to accept the presents, she ultimately allowed herself to be ‘forced’ into taking them.

In that circle, everyone knew what accepting a gift meant. By the end of the meal, the ladies were convinced they had secured their deals and would be praised by their husbands as capable partners. As for the fake Saphira, she left the gathering with a hoard of luxury goods, blocked Cyrilla’s number, and vanished.

Loyce, having enjoyed the drama from the next booth, finished her meal with satisfaction. She put down her fork and knife and wiped her lips with a napkin. “Your ‘fiancée’ seems to have stirred up quite a bit of trouble. Need my help?”

“Help with what?” Lucian asked.

“While you’re in charge of the commercial development’s construction, the final say on tenant selection belongs to my older brother, Forrest. It seems these women were trying to charm the wrong person.”

Lucian leaned back in his chair, his expression indifferent. “My grandfather made a mistake from the very beginning. Money could have settled this long ago. Taking them in only made things worse. Cyrilla’s personality is too weak to resist any temptation; she’s completely warped. Grandfather’s overindulgence is also to blame. She should go back to where she belongs.”

Out of respect for his grandfather’s benefactor, Lucian had always been tolerant of Cyrilla, but her repeated actions had finally crossed his line.

“And another thing,” Lucian added, tapping his finger on the table. “‘Fiancée’? I never acknowledged that. I’ll deal with those rumors along with everything else. There’s only one thing I need Forrest to do for me.”

“What’s that?” Loyce asked.

“The women who were dining at the next table tonight,” Lucian said coolly. “None of the businesses they represent will be allowed in the commercial district.”

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