“Gabriel, you really went all out trying to play the rich guy, huh? Even had a high-end replica made this realistic?”
But the moment the top-tier lawyer—Phoebe’s so-called gold-medal legal consultant—got a proper look at the vase, her expression shifted. Adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses, she stepped forward for a closer inspection.
However, the next second, m a piercing shatter echoed through the living room.
Blake slammed the vase onto the floor.
The Song Dynasty plum vase—worth one hundred twenty million dollars—was now nothing but dust and shards.
I froze.
Even Phoebe looked stunned for a second before shooting him an annoyed glare.
“Blake, stop messing around! Even if it’s just a replica, that thing was worth a decent amount!”
Blake pouted, his eyes red with emotion. “Miss Wright, it’s obvious Gabriel is never going to pay you back. I smashed a fake on your behalf, to help you vent! And now you’re blaming me?”
Right in front of me, Phoebe’s expression softened. She gently comforted him, “I’m not blaming you. I just wanted him to cough up the five hundred thousand, so I could put a down payment on a small apartment for you.”
“My best employee deserves only the best.”