As long as I hold firm on this matter, the one who'll end up embarrassed will only be Vivian Sinclair.
She straightened her back, feigning calm as she said, "Uncle, I'm not joking, the earrings are indeed with Vivian."
"She tried to hide them just now, and I caught her red-handed. If you don't believe me, you can search her bag or check the surveillance outside."
Curtis Prescott's gaze slowly settled on the palm of Vivian Sinclair's hand, locking onto the pearl earrings gently held by her fingertips.
The earrings shone with a gentle yet dazzling light under the lamp.
His pupils contracted slightly, his breath caught briefly, and his expression tensed unconsciously.
More and more people gathered around, whispering amongst themselves in small groups.
Many of them were from wealthy families of equal standing with the Prescott Family.
Their relationships were complex, and none wanted to offend each other lightly.
