Chapter4
A few casual words from Violet decided the fate of that amber pendant.
A hint of smugness flashed in her eyes as she toyed with the amber.
"To be honest, I actually kind of like this vintage little piece of junk. Name your price, I can write you a check for whatever you want."
But I just shook my head. "I don't want money. I just want my necklace."
Logan sat on the sofa, looking at me coldly. "Maya, do you really think that just because we've tolerated you in this house for a few days, you have the right to push your luck? If you don't want the check, get the hell out right now."
Violet walked over, affectionately wrapping her arms around Logan's, and coaxed softly, "Logan, don't be so mean to her. I'll go talk to her."
She walked up to me and leaned down to sneer softly in my ear:
"Don't think that just because I was in Europe, you could act pitiful in front of Logan and worm your way into our circle. In their eyes, an outsider like you will always be a joke."
"You want the pendant? Fine. If you get on your knees and beg me right now, maybe I'll be in a good enough mood to give it back."
My breath hitched. I bit my lower lip hard, saying nothing.
It was the only thing my grandmother had left me. Although the chain was worn, It was the only proof that I had ever been truly loved .
Thinking of my grandmother's kind and gentle face, my heart felt like it was being viciously squeezed by an invisible hand.
Under their cold gazes, I knelt on the floor.
"Please, give it back to me."
Logan and Noah just sat there watching coldly . Neither made a single move to stop her.
"You really have no bottom line. Do you think kneeling and playing the victim will work? "
Violet tilted her head, her eyes filled with a terrifying malice.
"Sure, here you go."
Just as the words fell, her fingers suddenly let go.
A sharp crack .
The amber smashed against the floor, shattering into pieces.
"Oops, sorry. I just got my nails done. My hand slipped."
She did it on purpose!
Staring at the shattered amber on the ground, my chest heaved violently, my eyes turning red.
I jerked up and, using every ounce of strength I had left, slapped her hard across the face.
"Bitch!"
The next second, a massive force shoved me violently away.
I lost my balance and crashed heavily onto the sharp amber shards.
The fragments pierced the palms of my hands, and blood instantly gushed out.
It was Noah. He held Violet tightly in his arms, carefully examining the red, swollen mark on her face, his eyes full of heartache.
The man who had once gently told me, "I'll protect you from them," was now looking at me like I was a pile of nauseating trash.
Logan stood up abruptly, his face terrifyingly dark. "Maya! You dare strike her right in front of me? Apologize to Violet immediately!"
Seeing that I didn't speak, he took a step closer, "Do you really think that broken piece of glass is worth anything? How much longer are you going to throw this tantrum? You and your mother are exactly the same—forever low-class!"
Trembling all over, pushed far beyond my limits, I raised my bleeding hand and slapped him hard.
The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the massive living room.
"Logan Pierce! It's not a broken piece of glass! It was the most important thing I had! You had no right to give it away, and you certainly had no right to destroy it!"
"She shattered it on purpose. I'd rather die than apologize!"
Logan was thoroughly enraged. He brought his foot down on the amber shards, grinding the dried leaf into dust.
"And to think I actually had a shred of pity for a bottom-feeder like you. You care so much about this piece of junk, huh?"
"Hold her down. Don't let her leave." Logan said.
Quickly, two security guards stepped forward and pinned me down. They grabbed my hair roughly and slammed my face hard into the glass-strewn floor.
Again. And again.
Piercing, bone-deep pain shot through my forehead and cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the barren despair in my heart.
In mere moments, warm blood ran down my chin, dripping onto the floor drop by drop.
My face was covered in blood. The pain had already blurred my consciousness; all I could hear was a loud, deafening ringing in my ears.
Staring at the blood on my face, Logan felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest, but he forcefully suppressed that strange sensation.
"Do you know you're wrong now?"
I bit my lip incredibly hard, tasting the strong tang of blood, without making a single sound.
He scoffed coldly. "Keep holding her down until she begs for mercy."
Noah suddenly spoke up, a trace of panic he hadn't even noticed in his own voice. "Logan, that's enough! If this continues, something bad is going to happen to her."
Logan said "What? Don't forget who installed the hidden cameras ........"
Just then, Violet fainted limply.
Noah picked her up without hesitation. Without even glancing at me, he sprinted out the door.
The anxiety on his face was something I had never seen before.
Logan looked at me, slumped in a pool of blood, a heavy wave of irritation flashing in his eyes.
"See that? You were never the one Noah cared about. You don't deserve it."
You are the ones who don't deserve it. None of you.
After they all left, I clutched these glasses tightly in my palm, and went to the ER alone.
The ER doctor put five stitches in my forehead.
Just as I walked out of the hospital doors, I received a call from the overseas project director, Dr. Harper Quinn.
" The European branch's project has been moved up, and I've already had someone expedite your visa. We're flying to London first thing tomorrow morning....."
Meanwhile, in the hospital's exclusive VIP suite.
For some unknown reason, a violently intense wave of restlessness and panic suddenly surged in Logan's chest.
But he never expected that in the next second, he would see a just-awakened Violet happily holding up her phone.
"Logan, Noah! I can't believe you guys actually sent Maya away for me!"
As soon as the words fell, the faces of the two men instantly turned deathly pale.
