Chapter 55
“Sophie, you wanna bet or what?”
Her voice had this steel edge that even made Sophie do a double take. “Bet on what?”
“If still make it into the selection, you quit the jewelry world for good. If I don’t, I drop the Leroix name and you get to be the real heiress. Sound
fair?”
Sophie clearly hadn’t seen this coming. Her smile faltered for a hot second, eyes darting around.
This deal was way too tempting!
But…
She glanced at the livestream viewer count.
Shit, with all these people watching, if she said yes, her whole sweet innocent act would be toast!
Her lips moved like she wanted to say something, but all that came out was this awkward laugh: “Sister, why are you being so extra? Neither of us controls how the competition goes. Why make it all dramatic?”
Rachel just stared at her, smile on her lips but eyes like ice.
She knew Sophie wouldn’t take the bet. Because Sophie felt guilty as hell, knowing damn well that design wasn’t hers.
The livestream comments absolutely exploded:
[Rachel’s lost her damn mind! Actually trying to bet against Sophie?]
Does she think she’s gonna win for sure? Girl’s delusional!]
【Sophie, just ignore this jealous bitch!]
Sophie scrolled through the comments, her smile slowly returning to normal.
Less than three days till submission deadline-no way in hell Rachel could whip up something new!
So when crunch time came, Rachel would just have to pack her shit and leave.
She shook her head with this fake helpless look: “Sister, since you’re so sure of yourself, I guess we’ll see what happens. But competitions are about actual talent-hope you can deliver some real work.”
Rachel didn’t bother responding. She just shot Sophie one final cold look and bounced from the livestream.
No point sticking around. Trading insults with keyboard warriors was just a waste of time.
The bet had already shaken Sophie up, and Rachel had bigger fish to fry.
Back in her room, Rachel immediately started checking every corner like she was on a mission.
Bingo-she found a tiny camera wedged between some books, pointed right at her desk.
Rachel’s mouth curved into this satisfied smirk, eyes going cold.
She’d figured Sophie would plant some spy shit in her room, just hadn’t expected her to be so obvious about it.
She left the camera alone, acting like she hadn’t spotted it while moving around the room.
This little gadget might actually come in handy later.
About two hours passed before Sophie finally wrapped up her livestream and stepped out.
The second she left her room, Rachel’s voice boomed from down the hall: “Sophie! Get over here, we need to talk”
Rachel basically never initiated contact with her. She could probably count on one hand how many times Rachel had actually sought her out.
No clue what this was about, but probably… the whole design theft thing?
Did she really think a heart-to-heart would change anything?
What an idiot.
Sophie smirked and sirolled toward Rachel’s room.
Rachel was counting the seconds. Right on cue, Sophie pushed open the door with that plastic smile: “Sister, what’s up?”
Instead of answering, Rachel walked straight up to her, eyebrow raised: “You really think you’ve got this locked down?”
Sophie’s smile flickered but hounced right back: “Sister, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Rachel didn’t waste more words. She suddenly grabbed Sophie’s wrist, yanked hard, and shoved her straight toward the window.
Sophie wasn’t ready for it. Her body flew backward, crashed through the window, and went tumbling from the second floor.
“AHHHHH-”
Of all the scenarios Sophie had mapped out, Rachel actually getting physical wasn’t one of them!
How the hell? Her whole plan was for Rachel to lose her shit emotionally, then Sophie would take a dive and frame her. Rachel would be screwed no matter what she said!
She’d been all ready to watch Rachel’s world burn!
But Rachel had literally just yeeted her out a window!
Everything went slow-mo as she fell. Sophie could clearly see the smug-ass smile on Rachel’s face.
After pulling that move, Rachel just stood by the window, calmly watching Sophie eat dirt on the lawn below.
Zero guilt. If anything, she felt pretty damn satisfied.
You don’t mess with me, I don’t mess with you. Sophie had been pushing her buttons for way too long-couldn’t blame Rachel for finally pushing back!
The second floor wasn’t high enough to kill anyone, so Sophie wouldn’t be seriously hurt, but it would definitely get Arthur and Joanne running.
Sure enough, panicked voices and footsteps started coming from downstairs.
“Sophie! What happened? How did you fall?” Joanne sounded absolutely frantic.
“Get a doctor! NOW!” Arthur was freaking out too.
Rachel watched the chaos unfold below.
Perfect timing!
She quickly grabbed her stuff and slipped out of the room.
The hallway was completely empty-everyone had rushed to Sophie’s “accident.”
Two guards were still posted at the front entrance.
Rachel hesitated for like half a second, then walked up looking all stressed: “What the hell are you guys still doing here? Sophie just took a dive from the second floor and you’re just standing around?”
The guards looked at each other confused. “But… Mr. Leroix told us to keep an eye on you.”
Rachel shot them this angry look: “Are you kidding me right now? Sophie needs to get to a hospital-if something happens to her because you idiots were too slow, that’s on you!”
That got them panicking real quick. Everyone knew Sophie was the family’s golden child. If anything serious happened to her, their asses would be
One of them asked frantically “Miss Rachel, how bad is Miss Sophie hurt?”
How should I kons? Do check? Rachel swapped “And you! Yeah, you! Go start the cart Move it, stop wasting timer
The guarts looked at each other and split up one ran toward Sophie, the other headed for the garage.
Rachel watched them disappear and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She pushed open the front door and made her exit.
But she u barely made it two steps when hands grabbed her from behind, dragging her into the shadows behind the building.
Rachel’s stomach dropped as she tried to fight back, but whoever had her was way stronger.
Chill out: A familiar low voice spoke right in her ear.
Nicolas
