Chapter 330

Abigail watched Evelyn finish purchasing her gown. "Now that we're done here, let's get going. This place reeks of something foul." She dramatically waved a hand in front of her nose.

Lillian and Miranda's expressions darkened instantly. Were they being insulted?

"Watch your tongue! Who exactly are you calling foul?" Miranda snapped, her face flushing with anger.

Evelyn tightened her grip on Abigail's hand and responded icily, "Whoever reacts."

Miranda viciously kicked her thick-browed companion's shin. "Teach these two a lesson!"

Yvette, ever the loyal attack dog, dropped her shopping bags and lunged at Evelyn and Abigail.

Before she could lay a finger on them, Abigail swiftly extended her leg, tripping the woman mid-charge. In one fluid motion, she grabbed Yvette's arm and executed a perfect shoulder throw. The bulky woman crashed onto the marble floor, groaning in pain.

"That's all you've got? Didn't anyone tell you I'm a black belt?" Abigail smirked, flipping her hair dismissively at Miranda.

"Let's go, Abby." Evelyn gently pulled her friend's sleeve.

As they turned to leave, Miranda shot Yvette a meaningful look. The fallen woman suddenly shrieked, "Miranda! The diamond necklace you just bought - it's gone! It was right here in the shopping bag earlier!"

Miranda feigned shock. "Impossible! That necklace cost 900,000 dollars!"

Yvette scrambled up, waving a receipt wildly. "It's really missing! The box too! Only this receipt remains..."

Nearby sales associates rushed over at the commotion. "Miss, perhaps you misplaced it? Maybe it's still at the jewelry store?" one suggested nervously. After all, they'd be responsible if such an expensive item disappeared in their store.

"No! I specifically remember putting it in this bag right after purchase!" Miranda emptied every shopping bag dramatically. "It was here when we entered, but after arguing with her," she pointed accusingly at Evelyn, "my necklace vanished! It was a birthday gift for my mother..."

The sales clerks examined the receipt - indeed purchased mere hours ago. As they helped search, their gazes kept drifting suspiciously toward Evelyn and Abigail.

Lillian, with her celebrity status, remained above suspicion. Why would someone of her wealth need to steal?

When the search proved fruitless, Miranda pointed an accusing finger. "It disappeared right after our confrontation. I demand you search them!"

Abigail's temper flared. "How dare you! That cheap trinket isn't worth my time!"

One clerk suggested nervously, "Since everyone present is a potential witness, perhaps we should check all bags?"

Lillian shrugged indifferently. "Search mine if you must. This doesn't concern me." She'd seen Yvette slip the necklace into Evelyn's coat pocket earlier but wouldn't interfere - watching Evelyn suffer amused her.

"Search us without consent? Have you lost your minds?" Evelyn's voice cut through the room like ice.

The clerk flinched but persisted. "A customer lost valuable property here. If you're innocent, why refuse?"

"No one touches my belongings. I regret ever stepping foot in this wretched place!" Abigail snapped.

The clerk pleaded, "Please cooperate. Otherwise we'll have to involve the police."

"You may search mine first," Lillian offered sweetly.

After verifying Lillian's bag contained nothing, the clerk turned expectantly. "See? Even Ms. Prescott cooperated. Won't you two do the same?"

"Lay one finger on my bag and I'll break it!" Abigail raised a threatening fist, making the clerk recoil - they'd all witnessed her martial arts skills moments ago.

"We never touched that necklace. What gives you the right?" Evelyn's glare could freeze lava.

"It's my property! I'll search them myself!" Miranda lunged for Evelyn's coat.

Evelyn, focused on protecting her handbag, didn't notice Miranda's hand darting toward her pocket.

Just as Miranda's fingers brushed the fabric, a powerful arm wrapped around Evelyn's waist, pulling her into a protective embrace. Miranda crashed face-first into a chest like steel.

Dazed, she looked up into the most breathtakingly handsome face she'd ever seen - more striking than even her cousin Maxwell.

Her jaw dropped.

Such perfection existed?

Lillian recognized the man instantly. She spun around too late to avoid detection.

The sales staff gasped collectively. They'd recognize that face anywhere - Dominic Blackwood, CEO of T Corporation, regularly graced financial magazine covers.

"G-good evening, Mr. Blackwood," they stammered.

Dominic ignored them, his gaze locked on Evelyn. "Why wouldn't I come when my woman's being harassed?"

Evelyn blinked in surprise. She'd lied earlier about Dominic picking her up just to annoy Lillian - never expecting him to actually appear.

Unbeknownst to her, Dominic had installed tracking software on her phone after the last incident. While he respected her privacy, her safety remained his priority.

He'd heard enough upon entering to understand the setup. Now, his smoldering gaze swept over the accusers, promising retribution.