He Gave Me $800 and Expected Me to Stay?! Yeah, No… Watch Me Turn the Tables Chapter 06

He Gave Me $800 and Expected Me to Stay?! Yeah, No… Watch Me Turn the Tables Chapter 06

Sienna had nothing to say after I hit her with that. Her face flushed, then went pale. 

She turned to Vincent, trying one last scramble. 

“Vince, we grew up together. You’d rather believe a gold digger than me?” 

“I was just afraid she was scamming you out of your money!” 

“Shut up!” 

Vincent cut her off, sharp. 

“Who gave you the right to make decisions for me?” 

“You embezzled her money and drove her out to the night market selling breakfast wraps!” 

Vincent was shaking with rage. 

He turned to look at me, his eyes full of regret and pain. 

‘Chloe, I’m sorry. I was blind.” 

I watched this circus, cold. 

Not even a ripple in my chest. 

“Vincent Sterling, you don’t need to apologize to me.” 

I said it calmly. 

“She’s the one who withheld the money. You’re the one who gave her the attitude.” 

“If you hadn’t greenlit her putting me down, would she have had the guts to be this arrogant?” 

Vincent went rigid. 

My words were a knife, and they went straight into his heart. 

“You’re the one who decided I was greedy.” 

“You’re the one who decided I dressed cheap and embarrassed you.” 

“Vincent Sterling. Sienna just carried out the arrogance already sitting in your head.” 

Vincent took it like a blow. His face went paper–white. 

He opened his mouth and found he couldn’t argue a single word. 

Yeah. If he’d even once asked about my life himself, even once 

looked at my account hirnself. 

Sienna’s lies would have been torn open a long time ago. 

His arrogance and his coldness were the knife that went in deepest. 

I scraped the leftover bits off the griddle. 

“I don’t want the money. Call it tuition.” 

“Don’t come looking for me after this.” 

Vincent closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, 

“Sienna Quinn is suspected of embezzlement, amount in the tens of 

millions. Call the police immediately and hand every piece of evidence over to them.” 

“I want her to spit back every last cent she swallowed. She’s spending the rest of her life in a cell!” 

Sirens went up around the edge of the night market soon enough. 

Sienna’s remaining years were going to be spent crying behind bars. 

The circus finally wrapped. 

The customers around us had gotten their fill of a rich–people soap opera and had the sense to scatter. 

The livestream chat blew up even harder, gifts flying. 

“This plot twist is crazier than a TV show!” 

“The golden boy losing his mind over the Wrap Queen, I’m so here for this!” 

“She’s so badass. Let them tear each other apart!” 

I ignored the live comments, quietly shut off the stream, and started packing up the stall. 

Vincent stood where he was, looking at me like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. 

“Chloe…” 

“Sienna’s been handled. I’ll recover every last dollar and make it up to you.” 

He pulled a black card from his jacket and held it out to me with both hands. 

“Come home with me. From now on you can swipe my secondary 

card however you want. Buy whatever you want.” 

I looked at that unlimited black card and suddenly found it a little funny. 

“Vincent Sterling, you think as long as you throw enough money at it, every hurt just wipes clean?” 

I didn’t take the card. 

I picked up a rag and wiped the grease off the griddle. 

“I agreed to be your paid companion because I needed the money for Mom’s treatment.” 

“That was my job. I took the paycheck, I did the work, and I swallowed the humiliation.” 

“But now I’ve scraped the surgery money together with my own two hands.” 

I straightened up and looked at those bloodshot eyes of his. 

“The Chloe who used to swallow her pride and beg you for three thousand dollars is gone.” 

“The one standing in front of you now is Her Grace, the Duchess of Breakfast Wraps.”