Chapter 988

Chapter 995:
Sigrid, who had been silently observing, felt a surge of resentment. She was well-versed in the world of art, calligraphy, and jewelry. With just a glance, she recognized the emerald bracelet’s worth—an heirloom that could be valued in the billions! One billion for a breakup settlement seemed like an exorbitant demand. Moreover, she recalled her mother, Paisley, mentioning an emerald heirloom destined for those women who married into the Lopez family. Could this be the very bracelet she now held?
Sigrid’s envy flared. That emerald bracelet was meant to be hers. She had yet to marry Milton, but his family’s heirloom had already been given to another. It was unbearable!
“Shame on you, Candice! What is the total worth of the things you’ve returned? The bracelet is the most valuable. Why not give it back as well?” Sigrid, posing as Milton’s future wife, challenged Candice. “You claimed you weren’t after money, but your true colors shine through when it comes to wealth!”
Candice responded with an indifferent smile, impervious to Sigrid’s attempts to rile her. She just wanted to save the bracelet as a memento.
“How about this, then? You may keep the house, and you won’t need to pay him back. Just return the bracelet. Milton has displayed plenty of magnanimity already.” Sigrid was unrelenting. As for the luxury cars, she had no intention of giving them to Candice, as they were limited editions. She planned to persuade Milton to allow her to drive them.
Sigrid moved with unyielding determination, aiming to wrest Candice’s bracelet from her wrist with a forceful tug.
Candice, swift as a breeze, deftly dodged Sigrid’s advances. In a skilled twist, she caught hold of Sigrid’s wrist.
A sly grin crossed Candice’s face as she teased, “Miss Olson, your wrist looks broader. This bracelet won’t fit such a sturdy wrist. A mismatch, I’m afraid!”
Sigrid was caught off guard by Candice’s unexpectedly strong grip. She hadn’t anticipated that Candice was good at fighting. Her face flushed red with shame and ire. With a graceful air, Candice teased her about appearing anything but delicate, further fueling Sigrid’s anger. Sigrid had always been envious of Candice for her perfect slenderness, flawless skin, and a waist that could make any man dream.

With a derisive chuckle, Candice released her grip on Sigrid, shoving her aside with a cold gaze playing on her face.
“My dear Sigrid, prudence dictates that we not take what isn’t meant for us!” Candice remarked.
Sigrid staggered back a few steps before regaining her footing. Candice’s words had nearly pushed her to the brink of madness. Was she implying that she wasn’t the ideal match for Milton? “Fuck you, Candice! You’re treading on thin ice!”
Sigrid’s anger surged, and she decided to fight back. She hadn’t anticipated that Candice, even under these circumstances, would manage to mock her so effectively. She felt compelled to defend her honor.
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