Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 391

Susan was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of attending the concert.

They chatted for a bit, and after lunch, Madisyn headed back to her office.

When she walked in, she was greeted by the sight of her desk in chaos, with some tickets strewn across it.

Beside the desk, Teresa and her entourage wore expressions of hostility.

Other colleagues cast worried glances at Madisyn.

Though her delicate features betrayed no hint of emotion, Madisyn’s icy eyes glinted with a subtle menace.

She spoke with unnerving calm.

“Teresa, who gave you the authority to touch my desk?”

Teresa remained silent, but one of her minions stepped forward.

“Madisyn, you are shameless.

You claimed you had no interest in the concert, yet here you are, swiping Teresa’s tickets! Do you have any idea what these tickets are worth? She could have you arrested for theft!”

Teresa’s eyes were icy, laced with disdain.

“Madisyn, you truly have no shame!”

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“I stole your tickets? Open your eyes and look closely—they belong to me!” Madisyn found the whole situation utterly absurd.

Teresa lifted the five tickets and said, “I had five tickets-so you’re telling me you have the same number?”

“So? Does having the same number of tickets prove that I stole from you? Teresa, each ticket has a unique code.

Look closely and see if they’re actually yours,” Madisyn retorted, her voice icy.

Despite her disbelief in Madisyn’s words, Teresa glanced at the tickets.

The codes didn’t match hers.

Shock flitted across her face.

How did Madisyn get these tickets?

The room’s attention turned towards Teresa, the air thick with tension and scrutiny.

Teresa felt her face flush with embarrassment.

Admitting the truth now would surely humiliate her in front of everyone.

She hesitated, her mind racing for a way out, when someone chimed in, “I don’t think Madisyn would do such a thing.

Teresa, maybe you should look for your tickets again.

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“That’s right.

I agree,” another colleague added, feeling sorry for Madisyn.

Teresa’s lips tightened, her nervousness palpable.

Damn it! Even if she was wrong, she had to stick to her story.

After all, she’d done the same with the whole Miss Johns facade-she wasn’t really Miss Johns, but everyone believed she was, right?

“Who says they aren’t mine? These tickets are definitely mine,” she declared defiantly, her voice cold.

Looking around at the colleagues who had spoken up, she continued sarcastically, “I wanted to take you to the concert.

But I didn’t expect you to say that to me.

Forget it then.

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