Katelyn looked up, her eyes immediately catching a cold, icy glint.

It was Lise, the one taking the bracelet from her.

In just a few days, Lise had regained her confidence. She examined the jade bracelet closely before turning to Katelyn, her eyes glinting with a challenge.

“Katelyn, it seems we have similar tastes, especially when it comes to this bracelet.”

Katelyn’s gaze was cold and scrutinizing. Lise appeared much the same, yet she seemed more radiant than ever before. The arrogance in her expression was unmistakable.

Could her joy stem from her upcoming marriage to Neil? Yet, Neil was now disabled.

Suppressing her questions, Katelyn observed Lise with cold detachment.

“I noticed this bracelet first.”

“But now, it’s in my possession,” Lise replied smugly.

Lise approached Katelyn with a look of superiority, almost taunting her.

“Do you plan to give this bracelet to Neil’s grandmother? As his ex-wife, what claim do you have to attend her birthday?”

Katelyn’s face was an unreadable mask as she confronted Lise.

“That’s my concern, not yours. Return the bracelet.”

Lise scoffed. “That won’t be possible.”

She hadn’t expected to encounter Katelyn here, but given the circumstances, she was ready to settle their past conflicts.

“Katelyn, I want you to see how I will take everything you desire.”

Lise let out a small, mocking laugh.

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“Please wrap this bracelet for me,” she commanded.

The salesperson nodded, “Of course, ma’am.” Regardless of the buyer, the salesperson stood to gain a significant commission. This update is available on find?novel.net

Katelyn watched Lise with a reflective gaze, a mocking smile curling her lips.

“Does marrying a man confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life really bring you so much happiness? You two seem perfectly suited for each other.”

Under normal circumstances, such a remark would have enraged Lise. Yet, she smiled casually.

“Just so you know, Neil is set to inherit a vast plot of land. The Wheeler family is poised to outshine even the Adams family. When we reach such heights, who will dare to scoff at us?”

A vast plot of land?

Katelyn considered this. Lise had even used the word “inherit.” Given that she was an heiress of the Bailey family, the property Lise was so excited about had to be considerable. Where could Neil possibly be inheriting such wealth from?

“Regarding your role in crippling Neil’s legs, we’ll address that too. Katelyn, just wait and see.”

Katelyn’s gaze returned to Lise, her expression icy as she let out a cold laugh. “Very well. But provoke me again, and you’ll pay a far steeper price.”

“Your confidence comes from Vincent’s support. When the Wheelers surpass the Adams family, I wonder how you’ll strut then,” Lise said, feigning shock as she covered her mouth. “I almost forgot—after all your time with Vincent, he hasn’t even made you his official partner. Are you merely a follower, or perhaps a persistent admirer?”

Katelyn’s eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous gleam shining within them. The coldness in her stare made Lise instinctively step back. The air around Katelyn grew heavier, more formidable by the second.

Katelyn spoke with a calm yet foreboding tone, her words deliberate and sharp. “Be careful with your words, or I’ll be forced to teach you a lesson.”

“What?” Lise was taken aback, her eyes flashing with anger. She hated the way Katelyn looked at her, so full of scorn. She was resolved to see Katelyn humbled and begging for forgiveness one day.

Katelyn shifted her attention away from Lise and began scanning the other pieces in the jewelry display. The bracelet wasn’t her top choice, so losing it to Lise didn’t sting too much.

It was already Friday, and Carol’s birthday banquet was approaching next week. She was on a mission to find the perfect gift, and time was running out.

Her eyes then landed on a set of prayer beads to the side. “Let me see those.”

The beads appeared to be crafted from sandalwood, their deep hue a rich shade that strayed from pure black. They emitted a subtle, pleasant fragrance. Their simple yet elegant design seemed like something Carol would truly treasure.

“Please wrap these up for me,” Katelyn said, but just as she spoke, a hand reached out from the right.

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