Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 131

Pushing the Edge 131 Summar

Amelia suddenly stopped, panic rising as she demanded to know what was being suggested. The narrator calmly revealed that the necklace Amelia wore was not originally hers, a claim that shocked and angered her. Amelia vehemently denied this, insisting she had worn the necklace since childhood and challenged the narrator for proof. The narrator remained composed, pointing out that Amelia’s angry reaction was proof enough of the truth.

As the confrontation escalated, Amelia’s anger mixed with panic, and she accused the narrator of bitterness and failure in her personal life. The narrator, indifferent to the outburst, prepared to leave, ignoring Amelia’s rage as her coffee cup shattered on the floor behind them. The narrator then revealed inwardly that the necklace given back to Amelia was a perfect replica, while the original remained safely in their possession.

Feeling relieved and lighter, the narrator headed to their car, clutching the real four-leaf clover necklace. Just as they reached the door, a familiar hand blocked their way. Without looking, the narrator recognized the owner of the hand and responded with irritation, explaining the necklace had already been returned. The man’s soft voice revealed he was not there about the necklace, but he mentioned overhearing the narrator’s claim that the necklace wasn’t Amelia’s.

When the narrator confirmed this, stating they had seen the necklace before and it was never on Amelia, the man’s pupils narrowed sharply, signaling tension and unresolved conflict.

Chapter 131

Amelia suddenly halted in the middle of her movements, her breath catching as a wave of panic began to rise within her. “What exactly are you trying to suggest?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

I observed the subtle change in her expression, a slow, knowing smile creeping onto my lips as I methodically dismantled the fragile mask she was wearing, word by deliberate word. “What I’m saying is… the original owner of that necklace wasn’t you.”

If I had been about eighty or ninety percent certain before, now there was no doubt in my mind.

Amelia was unmistakably the same girl who had tormented me back at the orphanage.

“What nonsense are you spewing now?!” she snapped, her voice shaking with anger. “I’ve worn this necklace since I was a child! How dare you say it’s not mine? Where’s your proof?”

“Proof…” I leaned back in my chair, the calm confidence I exuded overshadowing her agitation. “The fact that you’re standing here, losing your temper like this… isn’t that proof enough?”

“Who’s throwing a tantrum?!” she shot back, struggling to contain her fury, though the panic beneath was impossible to hide. “On what grounds do you claim this necklace isn’t mine?”

Watching Amelia unravel like this felt strangely surreal. “It’s just a clover necklace, not a murder weapon,” I said, tilting my head slightly. “They’re not going to throw you in jail over it. So why are you so worked up?”

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