Chapter 3Rolex Rage: My Fiancée's True Colors

The next day, as I headed out, my sister Harper was leaning against her flashy Porsche, waiting for me.

The moment she saw me, she smiled and opened the car door for me to get in.

I strode over and plopped down into the passenger seat.

She was so considerate to open the door for me, of course I'd enjoy the VIP treatment.

As soon as I buckled my seatbelt, she handed me a watch box, a triumphant smile on her face.

"I saw this Cartier watch on a business trip recently and thought it'd suit you. So I just picked it up."

"Why isn't Tiffany with you today?"

She glanced at the rearview mirror, asking.

My relaxed mood instantly soured at the mention of Tiffany.

"Don't even mention her. We broke up."

Harper, upon hearing about the breakup, first clapped her hands in delight, but then immediately pressed for the reason.

I didn't really want to revisit that whole mess, but she was insistent, so I reluctantly told her everything.

After hearing my story, Harper's face darkened, practically a storm cloud.

Her eye twitched, as if she was suppressing immense anger.

She told me very seriously:

"You should've kicked that trashy woman to the curb ages ago."

Then she added:

"Don't take any of her bullshit to heart. Mom's money will all be yours eventually, and you can have half of mine too. Why put up with that kind of crap from her?"

Her words warmed my heart, and my eyes got a little misty. I nodded emphatically.

Perhaps worried I was overthinking things, she changed the subject:

"Alright, I have a flight abroad this afternoon to sign a contract, so don't dwell on it. If anything comes up, just tell me. Hurry and get out, don't be late for work."

While waiting for the elevator, I ran into Kyle Jensen, who had a smirk on his face.

I didn't think much of it and just got into the elevator.

But once I got to the office, I noticed my colleagues seemed to be whispering and pointing at me.

My usual lunch buddy, Lucas Davies, grabbed me and pulled me to my desk, then showed me his phone.

Someone had posted an anonymous message in the company SnapChat, spreading nasty rumors about me.

A picture of me getting out of Harper's Porsche, chatting with her by the roadside, was circulating everywhere.

The message had only one line:

"Newly promoted manager Liam Reed suspected of finding a rich girlfriend."

Even more outrageous, it included screenshots of that person's SnapChat conversation with Tiffany.

He claimed I looked down on her, and said I was greedy and had no bottom line, willing to do anything for money.

She even claimed she deeply loved me, and didn't care even if I broke up with her for a rich girlfriend.

She even said she wanted to "pull me back" and prevent me from going down the wrong path.

After reading all this, I was so angry I wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Did Tiffany really think I was some pushover?

Whispers gradually filled the air. Lucas, who has a short fuse, was about to stand up and argue, but I pulled him back.

I picked up the coffee from my desk, walked over to Kyle, and splashed it right on his head.

He jumped up, yelling, asking what I was doing.

I sneered:

"Just cleaning up your nasty mouth and filthy mind. Don't mention it; a simple 'thank you' or a little groveling will do."

Lucas asked why I didn't explain.

I patted his shoulder and said that the real priority was to expose the mastermind behind all this.