She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 318: Fake Earrings Nora was sitting alone at Table Five, watching Sean at Table Three. The bar counter and a partition partially blocked her view, but she could still observe their situation.

Nora had ordered a simple Americano coffee but had ignored the menu provided by the server, who was waiting nearby.

Unfortunately, Nora ignored the server, but sipped her coffee with elegance.

She had been wondering why Sean's recent spending was so much, and it turned out there was a gold-digger who had been swindling him for his money.

Nora had seen this girl before. She seemed to be a school belle from the high school section, and her pictures were easy to find on the school forums.

Rumor had it that her family was dirt poor, with a deceased father and an ailing mother. They made their living by dealing in second-hand bags and knockoff luxury items.

She had a sister, who, apparently, had attended Akloit College's high school, but had met an untimely demise five years ago.

What good could cfrom a girl with such a background? She was only with Sean because she of the Lawrence family's wealth, and his younger brother was easier to deceive, right? Nora roughly calculated the cost of the food and red wine they had ordered; it was at least fifty thousand dollars. However, her mom had given Sean only twenty thousand in the morning. Where did he get the remaining thirty thousand? As she pondered this, two female servers passing by were quietly discussing the situation at Sean's table. The taller one said, "I envy that guy's girlfriend. Tonight's dinner, the wine, and that special gift, it's worth at least a hundred thousand." The other server, with a smile, nodded and said, "I just checked the bill, and the two bottles of red wine alone cost almost thirty thousand. The total bill is one hundred and twenty thousand." "Great! That means our commission for today will be close to a thousand." The two servers pushed the serving cart away, chatting away, while Nora's heart remained restless.

Nora couldn't believe it. She and Sean barely had a monthly allowance of less than twenty thousand. Sean had just wiped out her pocket money for half a semester in one meal. Could this money be stolen from his family? Just a couple of days ago, her mom had suspected that one of the housekeepers had stolen ten thousand in cash from her dressing table drawer. And Sean was there when the accusation was made. He hadn't shown a hint of guilt or concern and readily went along with her mom's blon the housekeeper.

It was clear that this wasn't his first tdoing such a thing. Only someone accustomed to lying could act so nonchalant.

Sean soon got up from the table and walked toward the cash register, leaving Mikaela behind.

Meanwhile, Mikaela was enjoying the expensive steak, cutting it neatly with her fork and taking a bite. Nora watched her with increasing anger and resentment.

This was the perfect opportunity.

Seizing the moment while Sean was away, Nora grabbed her handbag and headed toward Table Three.

At Table Five, the server who had briefly dozed off noticed that Nora was finally leaving. She had been sitting there for nearly an hour and had only ordered a simple Americano coffee. The server thought she was dressed extravagantly, with branded clothing and accessories, but her stinginess surprised the server.

Meanwhile, at Table Three, Mikaela had just taken a bite of her steak, savoring the rare and tender meat. The steak's medium-rare doneness left a slightly bloody flavor that many people found appealing. However, Mikaela preferred her steak to be cooked medium-well.

As she ate, the candle's flflickered in response to a light breeze, dimming the warm, yellowish light in the restaurant. Suddenly, she felt an unexpected presence in front of her. She looked up and found herself meeting a pair of cold, piercing eyes, akin to a venomous scorpion hiding in the jungle.

Before her was a young woman, seemingly in her early twenties, dressed in a high-end red cocktail dress. Her intricate curls cascaded down her fair shoulders, and she wore a classic black swan Chanel necklace. Her heart- shaped face, full forehead, and blood-red lips created a look reminiscent of Sean.

This was Akloit College's school belle and Sean's sister- Nora.

Mikaela couldn't hide her confusion and stood up in response. She hesitated for a moment before finally managing to speak with a soft and gentle voice, "N-Nora." Her apparent obedience only fueled Nora's disdain, as she remarked sarcastically. Her gaze fell upon the earring adorning Mikaela's ear, a high-quality imitation of a Cartier diamond earring. Nora sneered and said, "A high- quality imitation Cartier diamond earring, not bad. It should be worth around two hundred." She continued in a scornful tone, "But it's a shthat high-quality imitations will always remain imitations. Knock-offs will never turn into the real deal." "You agree, don't you?" Nora's words hit Mikaela like a blow, flushing her cheeks with embarrassment. Many people around them also cast mocking glances at Mikaela, aware that her earrings were fake. Nora often bought luxury items, and her eye for authenticity was sharp.

Indeed, Mikaela's earrings were imitation Cartier, retailing for 183.

Mikaela's earrings were already the ones she considered to be the most luxurious and beautiful. Nora's public was wearing revelation that Mikaela was revelation that imitation jewelry had deeply embarrassed her. She clenched her fists beneath her school uniform shirt, pursing her lips tightly, and muttered, "Nora, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Without any hesitation, Nora raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap across Mikaela's face. Mikaela's cheeks quickly turned terhed bright red, and alelear handprint appeared on her fair skin. The sound of the slap echoed in the restaurant, catching the attention of all the diners. Their collective gaze shifted towards the commotion.

Nora coldly regarded the young girl before her, flexing her wrist and continued, "You dare to act in front of me? What works on Sean might not work on me. Mikaela, you have any idea how poor your family is? Sean will inherit the Lawrence Group in the future, and he can only be with a girl from a prestigious family. A girl like you, exuding the scent of poverty from head to toe, can only be a temporary plaything for him.

Dreaming of marrying into the Lawrence family is nothing short of a delusion!" The commotion caught Sean's attention, and he returned to the table holding the bottle of wine. He was shocked at first, but his face soon displayed embarrassment. He stood there, mumbling, "Sis, you... Please, don't do this. Mikaela is my girlfriend." "Sean, what are you going to tell Mom? That your girlfriend's family deals in counterfeit goods?" Sean struggled to find the words. He liked Mikaela, and he hadn't thought much about their future or marriage at this point.

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