Chapter 5

The first floor has David and Helen's bedroom, plus a storage room.

After David walked into the storage room filled with various farming tools, he went straight to a wall with peeling paint.

He pushed it open, and inside was surprisingly low-key yet luxurious - a neat study with a somewhat serious atmosphere.

As soon as David entered, it was like he became a different person. He walked to the desk and made a call on the landline.

The call connected, and a weathered but respectful voice came through.

"Mr. Brown, what are your orders?"

David said thoughtfully, "Tell all our contacts to block all information about the Brown family. Don't let any word about our family leak out."

"OK."

The voice paused, "Did Ms. Brown notice something?"

David made a sound of agreement. "Also, secretly arrange some top bodyguards - preferably international mercenary level - to protect Charlotte's safety. I'm afraid she's being targeted by some people."

The person on the other end gasped, "She just came back and she's already causing such a stir?"

"Hmm?"

David lowered his voice in warning.

The other person quickly said in fear, "I wouldn't dare, I spoke out of turn. I'll take care of it right away."

The other party hung up. David put down the phone, shook his head helplessly, then showed a slightly relieved smile.

"She's truly my daughter - capable and able to shake things up."

Charlotte slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, as soon as she woke up and picked up her phone, she saw a text from Max.

"Found nothing."

Charlotte's heart sank a little.

When things are unusually strange, something's wrong. The Brown family's information was hidden so tightly.

That meant it wasn't that there were no problems - there were too many problems, which is why everything was hidden so well, afraid of any information leaking out.

Interesting.

Charlotte smiled slightly.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a dress form in the living room with a red vintage velvet evening gown on it.

Helen pulled her over, excitedly asking her to try it on.

"Didn't I tell you? Someone's hosting a party at our place tonight. I picked out a nice outfit for you - it'll look perfect with that jewelry set. Go try it on."

Charlotte walked over, and before picking up the dress, she saw a torn-off tag in the nearby trash can.

Another piece by a famous designer.

She was used to this kind of thing by now. Everyone in the Brown family gave her expensive things while always saying they weren't worth much to fool her.

This time Charlotte didn't ask anything and went upstairs to try it on.

Soon it was evening.

The Brown Farm was decorated with lights, and luxury cars gathered.

After all the guests arrived, the party's host finally arrived fashionably late, making a grand entrance.

Charlotte stood beside Helen and raised an eyebrow slightly when she saw the woman stepping out of the top-tier Rolls-Royce sports car.

It was actually Stella.

Under everyone's gaze, as soon as Stella saw her, she showed a worried expression, lifted her skirt and quickly walked over, grabbing Charlotte's hand.

"We finally meet again. After you left home, have you been doing well here?"

In front of everyone, Stella put on a caring and guilty appearance.

"I've been worried about you these past few days. I heard your parents' family grows potatoes on a farm, so I thought I must hold my party here - first to see how you're doing, and second to give your family a way to make money and make your lives a bit easier."

Her tone sounded like it was all for Charlotte's good, but it actually carried a hint of condescending charity.

After she finished speaking, several young ladies gathered around.

Charlotte recognized them at a glance - they were the so-called best friends who couldn't wait to cozy up to Stella as soon as she came back.

"Hmph, Stella is truly beautiful and kind-hearted."

"When you first came home, she was cold to you. A fake heiress acting all high and mighty, not welcoming you, and now you still care about how she's doing here?"

"Exactly! She enjoyed so many years of comfort at the Smith family. Now she's just going back to her original life. What's there to feel sorry about?"

"Stella, you're just too kind!"

A group of people were all kissing up to Stella.

Charlotte stood her ground and directly pulled her hand away from Stella's.

"No need to be polite. Since you're hosting a party, just host it properly. I have nothing to do with you now, and you don't need to keep calling me over. We're not close."

Stella looked somewhat embarrassed.

At that moment, someone pointed in surprise at the ruby necklace around her neck.

"Isn't that a handmade necklace by Master Chelsea? Wait, that's not right. Stella is clearly wearing the master's authentic piece, and it's one that's only loaned for wearing, not for sale. How does Charlotte have the same necklace?"

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to Charlotte by this loud exclamation.

Stella's expression changed slightly, then a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

"Stop talking about it."

Stella quickly stopped everyone, as if afraid Charlotte would be exposed for wearing a fake.

"My sister likes this necklace, so she bought one to wear. It's nothing. After all, it's a party today, and she wants to look pretty."

"Hmph, wanting to look pretty means she can wear a fake?"

"Master Chelsea's works are only for display, not for sale. How can she just wear it like that? Does she respect the designer? Does she respect this jewelry?"

"You're wearing the real one. Why should she match you?"

"Wearing a fake and displaying it so brazenly - this is completely disrespectful to the work!"

Everyone assumed that the one Stella was wearing was the real one.

Charlotte looked at them coldly.

"What evidence do you have to say mine is the fake?"

"You're just a country bumpkin. How could you afford such an expensive necklace? Besides, this designer's necklaces are only for display, not for sale!"

"Right, take that necklace off right now and stop embarrassing yourself!"

The crowd turned into righteous anti-counterfeit warriors, pointing and gesturing at Charlotte. Some even tried to reach out and grab the necklace.

"What are you talking about!"

At that moment, Helen strode out from the crowd, her face full of vigilance.

She stepped forward and grabbed Charlotte's hand, glancing coldly at Stella.

In that instant, she wasn't a country farmer - her whole body carried an elegant and noble, sharp aura.

Wherever her eyes landed, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Helen said coldly, "What I gave my daughter is the master's authentic piece, not some fake."

"Your family is so poor, how could you afford the real thing? Do you know this is Master Chelsea's work that's not for sale, only for display? It's worth billions. How could you buy it?" someone questioned.

As soon as the words fell, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Master Scott Lee is here!"

Stella immediately touched the necklace around her neck, feeling pleased.

Scott was a jewelry master she had worked very hard to invite - someone who knew quality.

However, as the person passed by Stella, he completely ignored her and went straight to Helen.

Scott said respectfully, "Mrs. Brown, it's been so long. How have you been feeling lately?"

Everyone was shocked and surprised.

This jewelry master was also a master-level figure.

How could he be so respectful and flattering to a country farmer?