She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 05

She Tore the Mafia Heiress’s Designer Coat Chapter 05

The broken glass in the showroom hadn’t been swept away, and the baton still lay near my feet. Lucas was pinned down. Leah was being destroyed by her own livestream. Mark’s face had gone paper–white. And the evidence that would decide their fate was already uploading from my spare phone. 

I didn’t rush to leave. This started in the 

dealership. So the first debt would be collected 

before I walked out. 

“Take him back to the estate.” 

“Put him on his knees in the family council 

chamber.” 

“Without my order, if he dares take one step out of the West Wing, break his legs.” 

“Wait!” 

Leah suddenly scrambled off the floor like a madwoman. She ignored the blood at the corner of her mouth and stumbled toward the phone on 

the floor. The livestream had never been turned 

off. Hundreds of thousands of viewers had 

watched Lucas beg, confess, and tear Leah’s 

image apart in real time. The comments exploded. 

“Insane twist. Lucas Moretti is an illegitimate 

son?” 

“That five–carat pink diamond is a lab stone. I’m 

dead.” 

“So Leah was never his fiancée. She was just paid 

to play the part.” 

“She tried to force the true Moretti heir to wipe her 

shoes?” 

Leah stared at the screen full of mockery and 

fumbled to turn off the livestream. 

“Don’t turn it off.” 

I stopped and turned to look at her. 

“Didn’t you want the whole internet watching?” 

“Then let them watch to the end.” 

I walked to the sofa and picked up the ruined coat. 

“Let’s settle up.” 

I tossed it at her feet. 

“This trench coat cost sixty–eight thousand 

dollars.” 

“The Black Rose crest on the lining is the Moretti 

family’s private crest.” 

“You tore it, then stepped on it.” 

“That’s intentional property damage.” 

I took out a business card and threw it at Mark’s 

face. 

“This is my chief counsel’s number.” 

“Besides the coat, I’m suing you for defamation, 

unauthorized use of my image, and public 

incitement of harassment.” 

“My legal team will count every dollar of damage 

you caused me and my daughter on that 

livestream.” 

“Get ready to go bankrupt.” 

I looked at Lucas, collapsed on the ground. 

“As for you.” 

“Back then, your mother forced her pregnant belly 

into the estate and drove my mother to her death.” 

“For years, out of respect for Father, I let you keep 

a seat at the table.” 

“But you should never have used the Moretti name 

to bully innocent people outside.” 

“And you should never have targeted my daughter.” 

Lucas trembled from head to toe. He didn’t even dare beg anymore. Once the enforcers had the 

room under control, sirens wailed outside. Three police cars pulled up in front of the luxury dealership. Mark had called the police. He just 

hadn’t expected to be one of the people taken 

away. 

Several officers walked into the showroom. 

“Who called the police?” the lead officer asked. 

Mark looked like he had found salvation. He 

struggled against the enforcers. 

“Officer, I called!” 

“This woman committed extortion, assaulted 

people, and ordered her men to smash the store!” 

He pointed at me and shouted until his voice 

cracked. I walked forward and handed the officer 

the spare phone that had been recording the 

whole time. 

“Officer, here’s the full recording.” 

“It shows her entering my private VIP lounge 

without permission, tearing my coat, exposing my personal information, threatening my daughter, 

and Mark locking the door to detain a customer.” 

“It also shows Lucas ordering the showroom 

locked down and smashed.” 

The officer took the phone and watched for one 

minute. His face grew serious. He turned to Leah 

and Mark on the floor. 

“Extortion?” 

“What I see is suspected threats, property 

damage, and unlawful confinement of a 

customer.” 

He waved his hand. 

“Take these two, and the man who ordered the 

vandalism, back to the station.” 

Two officers stepped forward and pulled Leah off 

the floor. Cold cuffs clicked around her wrists. 

Leah broke down completely. 

“Officer, I was framed!” 

“She hit me!” 

“Lucas, save me!” 

Lucas lay on the floor and didn’t even dare lift his 

head. 

“Take her away,” the officer barked. 

The patrol cars pulled away, lights flashing. By 

then, the dealership’s glass doors hadn’t 

reopened. Shards of glass still shone under the 

lights. Inside the wrecked dealership, only the 

black–clad enforcers Lucas had brought remained. 

They looked at one another. They didn’t know 

whether to move or stay put. 

I walked to the display car with the cracked 

windshield. 

“Clean this place up.“. 

I looked at the head enforcer. 

“Notify the Moretti Group’s legal department.” 

“In ten minutes, I want the full ownership structure 

and business records of this dealership.” 

The head enforcer straightened at once. 

“Yes, Heiress Moretti.” 

Ten minutes later, three black executive SUVS 

stopped outside. They weren’t a coincidence. I’d 

called my legal team the moment Mark locked me 

inside the VIP lounge. Moretti Group’s chief 

attorney walked in with more than a dozen suited 

lawyers, each carrying a briefcase. 

“Ms. Moretti.” 

The chief attorney lowered his head. 

“The complaints and civil filings are ready.” 

He opened a folder and handed me a thick stack. 

of papers. 

“For Leah Blair’s intentional destruction of 

property, defamation, and public incitement of 

harassment, we’ll seek fifteen million dollars in 

damages.” 

“For this dealership’s breach of contract, illegal 

seizure of your deposit, and role in a violent 

removal attempt, we’ll file a business lawsuit.” 

“Also, Manager Mark Hill is suspected of falsifying 

sales records and hiding taxable revenue. The 

materials have already been sent to tax authorities, 

and state business regulators.” 

I opened the file, glanced through it, and signed. 

my name. 

“Execute it now.” 

I turned to the few trembling staff members in the 

corner. 

“Tell your boss this.” 

“If I don’t see him waiting at the gates of the 

Moretti estate before eight tomorrow morning, his 

auto group won’t exist tomorrow.” 

The staff nodded over and over, terrified. Two 

enforcers had already hauled Lucas up. They 

dragged him out like dead weight. When he 

passed me, his lips moved. He seemed to want to 

beg again. I didn’t even look at him. 

“Take him back to the West Wing.” 

“Tell Father that if he dares protect this piece of 

trash, I’ll freeze the entire Moretti family trust 

tomorrow.” 

The enforcers shoved Lucas into the last black 

SUV. Only after the evidence was sealed and every 

responsible person was removed did I walk out of 

the luxury dealership. A brand–new black Bentley 

was waiting by the curb. This was my real car. The 

one inside was just something I had picked up for 

casual use. 

The driver opened the back door. 

“To headquarters.” 

I got in, leaned back, and closed my eyes. As the 

door shut, police tape was already going up 

across the showroom. What came next wasn’t 

about that little farce anymore. The social 

platforms, the police department, and Moretti 

Group’s legal department were about to start the 

second round of reckoning. The real reckoning 

had only just begun.