Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 91 Bronte Messes With the Stu"Miguel! Are you seriously trying to back out of our deal?" Bronte yelled, slamming the table, her eyes blazing with anger.

But Miguel just leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, not taking her seriously at all. "Bronte, let's be real. If it wasn't for your connection with Leon, I wouldn't have even bothered with you. But now, Leon knows what went down five years ago. You're useless to me. Instead of throwing a fit, you should figure out your next move." With that, Miguel called security to have Bronte escorted out.

Standing outside the Larson Corporation building, Bronte's eyes were filled with determination, like she had made up her mind about something.

Meanwhile, at the Cooper Mansion, the three kids were waiting in the yard for Leon to cback. When they saw Leon's car pull up, their faces lit up. But when they realized he was alone, their excitement faded.

As Leon walked over, Sam ran up and hugged his leg. "Daddy, where's Mommy? Why didn't she cback with you?" Leon looked awkward, gently patting Sam's head. "She didn't cback." Sam sighed, like he had expected it. "Daddy, you still couldn't make Mommy happy, huh? You're too clumsy; you need our help." Leon was thinking about how to make things right with Tiffany so he didn't think much of Sam's words. He took the kids inside, but his mind was elsewhere.

At ten that night, Bronte showed up at the Tiffany store, holding a baseball bat. She glared at the clothes inside. The store was locked up tight. Her sneer twisted her lips, a vengeful gleam flickering in her eyes. "Tiffany, I hate you. You're gonna feel this pain too." With a wild, almost feral energy, she swung the bat, shattering the windows with a series of resounding crashes. The glass rained down in glittering shards, adding a chaotic symphony to her rage. Not content with the destruction, Bronte hauled in two buckets of paint and began hurling the thick, gloppy contents across the walls, turning the pristine surfaces into a grotesque mess. Clothes were scattered and tossed like yesterday's trash, their value diminished to nothing under her fury.

But it wasn't enough. Her need for vengeance still roared within her. She marched to Tiffany's office, pausing to smirk at the security camera outside. With a single, calculated swing, she smashed it to pieces.

Pushing through the now unwatched door, Bronte found the room full of Tiffany's design drafts and drawings. She gave a cold smile, relishing the destruction that was to come.

Soon, every piece of inspiration, every hour of laborious creativity, was obliterated as she tore through the papers, wrecked the computers, and decimated anything of value. Tiffany was left with nothing.

"Tiffany! Let's see how you manage without these! Show off, huh? We're going down together. Just wait and see!" Bronte's voice echoed with spite, her heart pounding with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

In the throes of her rage, she seemed almost possessed. She had reached the point of no return, willing to face arrest and whatever consequences cher way. There was a grim resolve in her eyes-she wanted Tiffany to suffer, regardless of the personal cost. Finally, she dropped the bat with a final thud, surveyed the wreckage, and exited the studio.

The next morning, Tiffany got a frantic call from Tess. "Tiffany, something terrible happened! You need to get to the sturight now!" Hearing the panic in Tess's voice, Tiffany rushed to the studio. When Tiffany arrived, Tess was already there, taking photos for evidence to give to the police. Then, she saw the pried-open door and the broken lock.

Inside, the place was a disaster. Shredded paper covered the floor, and the stuwas a mess. All her design drafts were shredded, turned into confetti, impossible to piece back together. The computers were smashed, showing signs of a violent outburst. Tess handed Tiffany her phone. "Tiffany, check out this surveillance footage." Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! The footage on Tess's phone showed Bronte storming into the stulast night. Soon after, the surveillance cut out, leaving the rest of her rampage unrecorded.

Tiffany was stunned. She couldn't believe Bronte would go this far for revenge.

"I've already called the police," Tess whispered, her voice filled with concern.

"Good." Tiffany clenched her fists and headed to the police station with Tess.

Leon, on his way to the office, heard about Tiffany's situation and immediately turned around, heading straight to the police station.

In the interrogation room, Bronte sat with her hands cuffed to the table, a barely concealed smirk playing on her lips as she was questioned by the officers. Her admission was brazen, dripping with arrogance. When she learned that Tiffany was there, her smugness only magnified.

"Yeah, I smashed and tore everything. So what? Tiffany, this is the police station. You can't touchhere! I just want to see you helpless! Let's see how you explain this to your clients!" Bronte's voice was a taunt, each word sharp and venomous.

She sat back, proud of herself, convinced she'd walk away with just a slap on the wrist. In her mind, she hadn't committed any "serious" crimes. But Tiffany's predicament was another story entirely.

Tiffany's stuwas highly regarded, with many pending orders. Srequired the design drafts to be reviewed within a specific timeframe. Now that Bronte had destroyed everything, Tiffany was left with nothing. She faced not only a hit to her reputation but also massive compensation for breach of contract.

Hearing Bronte's words, Tiffany silently cursed her stupidity.

Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! The interrogation paused, and Tiffany looked at the officer beside her. "Officer, can I go in and say a few words?" "Sure." The officer escorted Tiffany inside and closed the door.

Bronte's smirk widened at the sight of Tiffany, but she couldn't conceal a flicker of unease when she noticed the pity in Tiffany's eyes. It made her squirm, her confidence wavering.

"Why are you looking atlike that? Tiffany! You have no tto waste here with me! You'd better think about how to fix your studio's mess!"

"I don't need to fix anything." Tiffany shrugged with a smile and pulled out a USB drive from her pocket. "Forgot to mention, I always make multiple backups of all my files, even the smallest folders, and store them on a USB drive to prevent situations like this. So your destruction means nothing." Bronte's face fell, her bravado crumbling as disbelief washed over her. "What about the design drafts? The hand- drawn ones?"

Tiffany's expression remained unmoved. "I'm a compulsive backup freak. I always make two copies of my design grafts. I keep one at hScan review them after work and make any necessary changes. So the drafts you tore up don't affectat all. You let your anger blind you and did something incredibly stupid." Tiffany then turned to the officer. "Officer, please calculate the damages and have her compensate. If she can't pay, then jail her. I don't accept any private settlement. Handle it by the book." She walked out, leaving Bronte in the interrogation room, breaking down. Bronte thought she could ruin Tiffany, which was why she dared to do something so reckless. Now, she must be regretting it deeply.

Tiffany walked out of the police station, hoping for speace. But er as soon as she reached the roadside, spre saw Leon rushing out of his car, hurrying towards her, looking worried. "Why did you cto the police station? Are you hurt?" Leon's concern made Tiffany bristle, so she replied with deliberate sarcasm. "Oh, just dealing with a certain Miss Langley who couldn't handle a bit of grievance and decided to trash my studio."