Without a second thought, she let the phone drop to the ground and stomped on it, her heel crunching into the screen over and over.
Then she leaned in close. “From the moment you set that dog on me, your fate was sealed, Claire. The Sinclair family heiress? That title belongs to me now. Always has, always will.”
She stepped back, a smug smile plastered across her face, like she was waiting for me to grovel or break.
Before I could even get a word out, the wail of sirens blared from the school gates.
Straightening my back, I met her gaze with the same smug look she had just given me.
“That’s too bad, Brenda. The Sinclair family won’t acknowledge a thieving maid’s daughter as an heiress. And Robert? You’re coming too.”
They both froze, stunned by the sudden turn of events.
