The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)
MISTAKE 104

Chapter 104: Calling the Police

"Isn't it just a necklace? Why are you calling the police?" he asked.

"Are you stupid?" Emma scolded back, and he froze. Emma rarely ever spoke to him this way. Today, he was constantly getting a side of her that he was not used to.

"Even if it is dirty on the ground, I just said it belonged to my grandmother, yet you think I should leave it to your mother? It is not dirt on the ground; why is she refusing to return it?"

Emma shouted at him.

"You gave it to me!" Cecile insisted.

"I gave it to you when I got married. Look at our prenuptial agreement; every gift I hand over as a greeting gift must be returned upon divorce. How dare you try to covet my grandmother's things?" Emma said, and Cecile looked to Charles for help. "Mother, just hand it over," Charles said, much to her disappointment.

"Why should I? Our family gave her things too in this marriage!" Cecile said, and Emma chuckled. One Charles knew why she was laughing.

She had not taken a cent from the marriage. While she was married to him, she did not even bother use his money.

He felt as though her laughter was mocking him.

"From the water I drank to the clothes I wore. Your son has not given me a cent while I have been married to him. The prenup allows me to be entitled to alimony, but I struck it out. Anyone can say that they have given me something, except your son," Emma said. "Everything I gave must be returned. That watch you are wearing and the necklace. You must return it now. Or else, we will go to court for it. I will report it as stolen, and when the police

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arrive at this mansion, I will make you all famous" Emma threatened Charles.

Melanie noticed that there was no way out, so she stepped up.

"How about you let Auntie keep it as a goodbye gift instead, seeing as she liked it so much?" Melanie said.

"Bring your own family heirlooms for her if she wants shiny things so much. She has been acting like a shrew just because her son struck it rich, but her poor mentality shows. Every time she leaves the house, those of her circle avoid her because she is no different to a village woman," Emma mocked, and Cecile was infuriated.

Emma had touched her sour spot. Even though her son had been accepted in high society, she was not. The woman of the circle looked down on her and acted as though she were a plague.

The woman

spot,

of high society avoiding Cecile or looking down on her has always been her sour

She was clearly a woman who had raised her son well, and he had brought her glory, but they looked at her as though she was some random woman from the street.

She jumped up to attack Emma, but Emma threw a slap, making Cecile yell in pain.

"How dare you slap my mother?" Charles stood up to talk, but she slapped him too, much to his utter shock

"Any one of you who dares to spit nonsense will get a slap. Hurry up and hand over my family's things!" Emma scolded. Charles was in shock

He never thought there would be a day when Emma would slap him.

Did she not love him the most? Was she not the one that would do anything for him? Charles was really confused.

She looked more like she hated him than that she loved him. In fact, when he looked in her eyes, she obviously hated him and his family.

When did this start? When had she started looking at him with such eyes?

"I gave you that gift on your wrist because it was important to me. Now, hand it back!" she basically said through her teeth. Melanie hurriedly tried to check if Emma's slap had left a mark, and sure enough, it had left a red handprint on her face.

"Are you crazy? Why would you hurt Charles?" Melanie shouted.

"That is your man, not mine. If all of you do not know our place, I will forget to use my hand and go straight to using a knife," Emma said.

"Hand it over!" she scolded. Charles slowly took off the watch from his wrist and handed it to her. Emma got her hands on it, so she turned away from him without care and faced Cecile

"I am not giving you anything. This is mine!" Cecile covered the necklace with her hand. Right at that moment, Emma's phone started to ring.

She thought it was Anya calling back, as they had ended the call the last time she spoke, but it was Hannah, Charles's sister.

"You bitch! You stole the necklace my brother bought for me!" Hannah's voice entered

Emma's ears.

"It seems it is your sister. She must have gotten drunk and called the wrong number," Emma said and ended the call.

Charles frowned at her words. The way Emma spoke, it was as though his sister was a drunkard. Before he could respond, his phone rang. It was Hannah. "What is it? Why did you call Emma?" Charles asked.

"Brother, she stole my necklace. The one you gave me on my birthday," Hannah cried. Emma did not need to listen to know what Hannah had said.

"Why did you take Hannah? Necklace?" he asked

"You bitch! You dare talk about your family heirloom this and that, yet you stole my daughter's thing?" Cecile screeched like a baffle.

"Emma, you should hand it over; then maybe Auntie will hand over yours," Melanie said, and she scoffed.

She turned and looked Charles dead in the eyes. She had to admit that his suspicion hurt.

"If you just did research on your sister, you would replace exactly where that necklace is. A simple private detective could replace it in days. But as usual, you lack common sense to see people's true nature. Why else would you allow a snake to wrap around you?" Emma said, glancing at Melanie, whose grip was tightly on his arm.

For some reason, he felt uncomfortable. He felt like he was caught cheating. He shook this thought out of his head

Emma was no more his wife, and even when she was, she was just a woman he married under circumstances.

"How about everyone just give back each other's things?" Melanie asked, and Charles sent her an appreciative look. He was glad that she was at least reasonable.

At this point, the butler rushed in.

"Sir, the police are here and are requesting to come in," he said, and Cecile almost jumped out of her skin.

"Why are they here?" Cecile asked.

"Did you forget that I had someone call them?" Emma asked, and Cecile went pale. She could not believe that Emma actually called the police. She had thought she was bluffing. If she refused to

hand it over, it was not as though Emma could beat her up and take it; after all, her son was there. But she actually called the police?

"You should let them in," Emma said, and the butler hurried away before Cecile could protest Before she could do anything, two police officers walked in.

"We were called that there is a theft in the residence?" one of the officers asked.

"More like the thief refused to hand over what was stolen. Officers, I have documents to prove that the necklace Mrs. Mathews is wearing is my family heirloom," Emma said. "She gave it to me!" Cecile said.

"Can you prove that she did so?" an officer asked

"1...she gave me when she married my son; it was a greeting gift. There are papers and stuff

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for it," Cecile said.

"Is this true?" the officers asked. Hearing Cecile's words, they thought it was a family dispute.

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