Chapter 267: Slapping the Faces of Miles Everett and Ophelia Warren

A recording pen?

Ophelia Warren froze, her brow immediately knitting together.

A derisive, mocking smile touched the corners of Sienna Everett’s lips.

“Ophelia Warren, you’ve completely misunderstood. I don’t care in the slightest whether Miles Everett believes me or not, and I care even less about his opinion of me. Whether he believes you or a ghost has nothing to do with me.”

She had once craved affection from the Everett Family, and she had longed for them to show her even a shred of the trust family members should share.

But now, she regarded all of that as worthless filth.

So, Miles Everett’s trust was not even worth mentioning to her, nor could it cause the slightest ripple in her emotions.

If Ophelia Warren thought she could use this to hurt her and make her upset, she had sorely miscalculated.

After hearing Sienna Everett’s words, Ophelia Warren suddenly bit her lower lip. She had thought she could break through Sienna Everett’s psychological defenses and make her feel hurt by Miles Everett’s indifference…

‘But that’s fine, too. It seems what Sienna Everett just said about using a recording pen was just to scare me.’

Sienna Everett saw right through Ophelia Warren’s thoughts and raised an eyebrow languidly. “I didn’t use a recording pen.”

Ophelia Warren’s expression remained impassive, but inwardly, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before she could fully exhale, Sienna Everett continued in a teasing tone, “But I had Keith Sterling bring Miles Everett over. He’s hiding around the corner of the hallway right now.”

As her words fell, Ophelia Warren’s hands clenched abruptly. “You…”

Sienna Everett savored Ophelia Warren’s rigid expression with great interest. “I don’t care if Miles Everett believes me or not, but you’ve put on such a good act in front of him. It must be very interesting for him to hear what you’ve just said, right?”

As soon as Sienna Everett finished speaking, Keith Sterling eagerly pushed Miles Everett out from around the corner, his expression alight with glee. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, looks like someone’s true colors are finally showing!”

‘Serves her right!’

‘Sierra is a genius! She had me grab Miles Everett and hide around the corner to eavesdrop!’

Miles Everett stared at Ophelia Warren, his face a mask of disbelief.

Ophelia Warren had never expected Sienna Everett to pull such a move. Her face was stiffer than it had ever been, and the hands at her sides were clenched into fists so tight her nails nearly dug into her palms.

‘Si…enna… Ev…erett!’

Sienna Everett looked at the furious Ophelia Warren, her tone indifferent.

“Ophelia Warren, I don’t know you, and I have no grudge against you, yet you had someone lock me in a bathroom to ‘teach me a lesson’… How unfortunate for you that I’m the type to hold a grudge.”

Since Ophelia Warren wanted to play the innocent, kind-hearted victim, Sienna had no intention of letting her have her way.

With that, Sienna Everett turned and left with Keith Sterling.

Watching Sienna Everett’s retreating back, Ophelia Warren viciously clenched her jaw.

Her anger had blinded her. She had been so furious about being reprimanded by Julian Forrester and the Prescott brothers that she hadn’t noticed someone eavesdropping around the corner.

And now, Miles Everett had heard everything!

“Ophelia… you…” Miles Everett stared blankly at Ophelia Warren. “Those things you just said…”

The Ophelia Warren who had just boasted to Sienna Everett that “Miles Everett only believes me, not you” seemed like a complete stranger to him.

Was this the same gentle, polite Ophelia Warren he knew?

Besides, by boasting like that, wasn’t Ophelia Warren basically proving that the recordings leaked online a few days ago were all real?

Ophelia Warren’s throat felt dry. She struggled to force a gentle expression onto her face. “Mr. Everett, how much… did you hear just now…?”

Miles Everett’s world had been turned upside down, and he looked completely crestfallen. “Aside from the sentence you whispered to Sienna Everett when you first walked up to her, I heard everything else.”

‘It was the sentence about Julian Forrester. Miles Everett didn’t hear that.’

Ophelia Warren bit her lower lip, her eyes welling with regret. “I’m sorry, Mr. Everett. I shouldn’t have said those things to Sienna just now. I shouldn’t have said you believe me and not her. It’s just… I truly knew nothing about that recording that was leaked online. Someone imitated my voice to frame me… But Sienna still exposed that recording, which was meant to frame me, to the entire internet.”

Ophelia Warren raised her arm, revealing the purple bruises on her skin. “I was retaliated against because of it. I was locked in a bathroom and beaten up twice… After suffering such an undeserved disaster, I was just so furious. I spoke without thinking, and that’s why I said those things to Sienna…”

“Mr. Everett, I hope you can understand how I feel.”

Ophelia Warren had said so much, but Miles Everett just continued to stare at her, looking utterly dejected. After a long moment, his gaze finally shifted down to the purple bruises on her arm.

‘Can Ophelia Warren… still be trusted?’

…

Keith Sterling walked beside Sienna Everett, as excited as a husky let off its leash.

“Sierra, that move of yours was so quick and efficient! You exposed Ophelia Warren’s facade before she knew what hit her! Do you think Miles Everett will still believe Ophelia Warren after this?”

Sienna Everett was completely unconcerned. “Who cares if he believes her or not.”

Keith Sterling raised an eyebrow with a flourish. “True that. To hell with him! The whole Everett Family can get lost!”

“But speaking of which, Sierra, you don’t know Ophelia Warren and have no beef with her, so why is she targeting you? Is she actually crazy?”

Sienna Everett couldn’t figure it out either.

Keith Sterling seemed to think of something. He raised his index finger with an air of profound wisdom and wagged it back and forth. “No need to rush, no need to rush. My brother will definitely get to the bottom of it soon~”

At the mention of Julian Forrester, Sienna Everett’s expression softened for a moment.

Just then, Manager Jennings from the auction house came over to greet them. “Miss Everett, Mr. Sterling, I was a bit tied up just now and wasn’t able to properly receive you. My sincerest apologies!”

“Zane, how many times have we been to this auction house? We could find our way here with our eyes closed. No need for you to hover around.” Keith Sterling chuckled. “Seeing you bustling about, did you sell off a lot of good stuff today?”

Manager Jennings was all smiles, ready with a compliment.

“Thanks to you, Mr. Sterling, many items sold for high prices today! It’s just a shame about a Ru-ware tripod brush washer. It was a rare and exquisite piece of porcelain, the kind you could keep as a family heirloom. But a piece of it got chipped off.”

“We paid a high price to buy the piece back from the seller and glued the chipped piece back on. But after it was repaired, there’s a visible crack that ruins the overall perfection of the porcelain. We can’t put it up for auction now. SIGH!”

Keith Sterling sounded sympathetic. “There’s nothing to be done about that. Porcelain is fragile, after all.”

The corner of Sienna Everett’s eye twitched. “A visible crack after being glued?”

Manager Jennings was heartbroken. “Isn’t it just! The crack is quite noticeable!”

Sienna Everett pondered for a moment, then said, “Have someone carefully polish the cracked area, then apply a bit of lead powder. Be careful to get the amount of lead powder just right. Finally, apply a hot layer of Sichuan white wax. That way, the crack won’t be noticeable, and the porcelain can be restored to its original appearance.”

Manager Jennings was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. “Miss Everett, really?!”

— “Miss Everett, is what you just said true?”

Besides Manager Jennings, another strong, resonant voice came from behind them.

Sienna Everett turned her head and saw that it was, surprisingly, Director Jarvis from The National Museum.

The last time they caught the person trafficking bronze ware, Director Jarvis had come to The Argent Auction House personally. He had taken a great liking to Sienna Everett, and her alias, ‘Winchester,’ had become famous.

Director Jarvis walked forward excitedly. “Miss Everett, is that porcelain restoration technique you just described real?”