Gold Digger? She’s the Richest Donna Chapter 05
Seeing me silent, seemingly lost in memory,
Selina suddenly laughed out loud. “That box of shells in Vincent’s room has been thrown away for years. You don’t actually think you can win him back with this childish trick, do you? Vincent was just humoring you back then with this little game. You actually took it seriously and remembered all these years?”
Vincent glanced at me sideways, his tone cool. “Emma, Selina and I are getting married soon. There’s nothing between us anymore, not by a long shot.”
I couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore, turned, and walked toward the elevator.
Just then, my phone in my pocket rang.
I was about to answer when the waiter snatched the phone right out of my hand..
He flipped suspiciously through this iPhone, his voice dripping with contempt..”How could a person like you afford an expensive phone like this? Isn’t it stolen?”
I froze on the spot. This was just too absurd-they were clearly desperate to find any excuse to
frame me.
I stared daggers at him, but he avoided my eye and darted a glance at Selina.
I forced my anger down and said each word through gritted teeth, “This. Is. My. Phone.”
Selina chuckled lightly like she was watching a show, and motioned for the waiter to give it back to me. “If you say it’s yours, just unlock it to prove it.”
I tried to unlock it with my fingerprint, but the mud on my hand kept it from recognizing me.
I tried face recognition next, but that failed too because my messy hair was covering my face.
Just as I was about to enter my passcode, the hotel manager, who’d rushed over hearing the commotion, snatched the phone away decisively. “Take the phone to the front desk for safekeeping, and immediately contact hotel guests to confirm if anyone has lost a phone.”
He turned back and ordered the security guards. “Call the police right now.’
A second later, Vincent suddenly spoke up to stop him, “Wait. Out of respect for me, let’s let this
go.”
Selina immediately chimed in, “I’m a lawyer, and stealing a phone this valuable carries at least a two-year sentence. Everyone can see she’s not in her right mind. Maybe she just made a mistake in
a moment of weakness…”
“I didn’t steal it.” I cut her off. “Since you’re a lawyer you should know that false accusation also
carries a two-year sentence!”
Hearing this, the hotel manager only grew more determined. He immediately signaled for security to restrain me, then dialed the police himself.
Just then, the elevator doors opened.
When he saw me, the three-year-old little boy with tear-streaked cheeks in the elevator opened his arms and ran straight toward me.
I squatted down and held the seashells out to him. Selina suddenly slapped them right out of my
hand.
“Emma! Are you crazy? Abducting a child in front of all these people?!”
The boy started screaming and crying in fear.
Selina immediately picked him up and soothed him gently. “She’s a bad woman, she’s not your mommy. I will take you to find your mommy.”
The boy struggled desperately in her arms. “I want Mommy… I want Mommy…”
Looking at my son’s red, tear-streaked little face, my heart felt like it was being twisted. “Let go of my son!”
“He’s dressed in designer head to toe. How could he possibly be your son?” Vincent roared in fury.
I struggled desperately to get to him, but the security guards pinned me down hard and I couldn’t move an inch.
A wave of sharp, mocking sneers broke out around me. “Crazy woman! She claims any kid she sees is hers. Just call the police and lock her up!”
“Can we just let a lunatic like this run around? She’ll probably kill someone or burn down a building one day!”
“Mommy… Mommy…” My son’s little hand reached out for me, his voice hoarse from crying, but no one believed he was calling me–everyone just thought he was lost and looking for his mommy.
I swallowed my heartache, struggling while coaxing him softly. “Baby, don’t cry, Mommy found your shells, I’ll give them to you soon…”
I was just about to touch my son’s little hand when the security guards suddenly shoved harder, roughly twisting my arms behind my back to tie them.
Vincent sighed deeply, then suddenly wrenched me away from the guards. “I’ll handle this. Wait for me outside, the meeting will be over soon, I’ll come find you.”
As he spoke, he dragged me toward the exit.
“Let go of me! Vincent, don’t make me hate you!” I kept turning my head back. My son looked up at me, sniffling, his little mouth pushed into a sad pout. But Vincent ignored me completely and just kept dragging me out.
Ding!
The elevator doors suddenly opened again.
A tall, straight figure stepped out. A well-tailored charcoal gray suit outlined his perfect build, and he radiated an inborn air of aristocratic elegance.
“Mr. Montague.” Everyone immediately bowed and greeted him respectfully.
Meeting his deep, dark eyes, I felt overwhelmingly wronged-why did he have to come so late?
“Darling…”
