Barely contained fury washed over George's face. "Like mother, like daughter. A pair of absolute fools!"
Inside the villa, Giselle stared at the bank notification on her phone, a triumphant smirk on her lips. "Mr. Vance, the funds are here. Shall we proceed with the transaction?"
"You truly are resourceful, Giselle." Victor gave a subtle nod, and his subordinate immediately placed a laptop in front of her.
Giselle logged into the account and began the transfer process.
Just as her finger hovered over the confirm button, George's enraged voice boomed from the doorway.
"Giselle, if you dare send that money, you're no longer my daughter!"
Startled, Giselle stiffened. She slowly turned her head, and her pupils constricted at the sight of the intruders.
"Dad, what are you doing here..."
"If I hadn't come, you would be paying the ultimate price for your stupidity!"
Max stepped forward, urgency in his voice. "Giselle, please don't fall for this. These goods have no legitimate paperwork and their origins are sketchy at best. Buying them guarantees zero financial security, and you could easily face severe legal consequences."
Giselle opened her mouth to argue, but the moment she spotted Vanessa standing behind him, her expression turned frigid.
"Vanessa. So you're the one behind all this! I knew you couldn't stand seeing me succeed."
"I don't care what any of you say. I am buying these stones!"
Driven by pure spite, she aggressively reached out to click confirm.
"Stop her!" George bellowed, his face pale with dread.
Being the closest, Max swiftly lunged forward and smacked the laptop out of her reach.
George glared at her, completely exasperated. At a critical moment like this, she was still fighting for his affection, completely blind to Victor's actual scheme.
This cunning old fox was obviously pouring oil on the fire, trying to drive a wedge between them!
"Yes! You aren't just stupid, you're absolutely hopeless!" George roared, overcome with rage.
Giselle let out a bitter scoff, her eyes filled with sorrow as she muttered, "I knew it. You finally admitted it..."
He had finally spoken his true feelings today.
With that thought, a desperate, reckless resolve flashed in her eyes.
"Mr. Vance, this transaction is between you and me. Please throw these irrelevant people out!"

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