“Everyone knows you’re the real Jenson daughter now. If people see you working at a dealership, it’s the Jensons who’ll look bad!”
Kyla covered his mouth, her eyes red as she shook her head. “Howard, stop. Tilda’s already miserable enough … “
Tilda felt sick. These are the people I once tore my heart out for? They are scum.
This is a nightmare I’ll never forget.
I can’t believe how stupid I was.
“Where are my keys and the car?”
“Uh… Ms. Tilda, they’re right here.”
The dealership staff, who had been keeping their distance, quickly stepped forward to hand her the keys.
“Ms. Tilda, your Porsche Cayenne is parked outside. Please follow me.”
They just wanted this curse to leave already.
From the yelling, it was clear this was the Jensons’ family drama.
No one dared step in, no matter how brave.
Besides, they’d overheard something huge.
Wasn’t Tilda just on the trending searches yesterday as the real Jenson heiress?
And now she’s cutting ties? What’s going on?
And how did she get the money to buy that car?
Kyla was stunned.
What?!
Tilda isn’t an employee here?
And she bought a Porsche Cayenne?!
“Tilda, where did you get the money? Don’t tell me it came from the family – “
She covered her mouth like she’d slipped up, but it was already too late.
Her meaning was clear to everyone.
Howard’s eyes narrowed, his voice sharp and dangerous. “You stole from the family!”
He said it like it was fact – as if he’d seen it happen himself.
He didn’t even hesitate to label her a thief.
The crowd gasped.
The staff looked stunned too.
If this really is stolen money, and the Jensons refuse to pay, then everything here will be pointless.
“Tilda didn’t steal a single cent! She earned it herself!”
Una’s voice shook with anger.
For the first time ever, she truly hated the Jensons.
“Earned it herself? She’s a student – do you hear how ridiculous that sounds?”
From what Howard knew, Tilda was just a sophomore at Orica University.
A Porsche Cayenne costs about 150 thousand dollars.
How could a normal student come up with that kind of money?
Unless she’s selling herself.
He didn’t say it out loud.
Tilda would never stoop that low.
And if she had, the Jensons would’ve known by now.
We would’ve thrown her out and refused to claim her.
“Tilda, is that rumor from college true, that you hung out with shady people at bars late at night? Why would you do that?”
Howard didn’t ask this – Kyla did.
Her tone was full of fake concern, like she was scared Tilda had gone down the wrong path.
Her voice came out rough and accusing.
Gosh!
The dealership staff wanted to run away right then.
What kind of drama is this?
The real Jenson daughter, finally found after all these years, and now they’re hinting she sold her body for money?
But with her looks, she can fetch a high price.
Paying cash for a Porsche Cayenne worth 150 grand – seriously, how many “clients” would Tilda have to serve to make that kind of money?
But no one dared to gossip too openly. If the Jensons heard, it would shame the family, and nobody could survive that in Slosa.
The Porsche dealership staff were professionals.
Still, they couldn’t help quietly sneering at her.
“Can you believe that girl? So pretty, but she actually did something like that?”
“You really can’t judge by looks.”
“In this business, we see plenty of people pretending to be more than they are.”
“But she’s the real Jenson heiress. If this gets out, how will the family save face?”
Howard frowned slightly.
Why would Kyla bring this up now?
If Tilda had really done that, the Jensons never would’ve taken her back.
But looking at Kyla’s “worried” expression … she doesn’t seem to be faking it.
Howard was about to speak – not to defend Tilda, but to protect the family’s name.
The last thing he wanted was more rumors.
“Shut your mouth!”
Una’s glare could have cut glass. “If you keep lying and talking trash, I’ll tear your mouth off!”
Una was usually quiet. Hearing her curse meant Kyla’s fake act had pushed her over the edge.
“I-I’m just worried Tilda’s going down the wrong road … “
Kyla lowered her head, playing the part of the innocent, guilty sister who “cared too much.”
Seeing his sister being yelled at, Howard lost interest in arguing. He gave Una a warning look and was about to speak when … “Hello?”
Tilda’s voice cut through the air.
“Is this the police? I want to report someone for slandering me and ruining my reputation!
“We’re at … “
She’s calling the cops?!
Nobody saw that coming.
When she hung up, Howard snapped, “Tilda, are you out of your mind? Why call the police? You’ll end up locked up, branded a thief for stealing from the family!”
“What? Isn’t that what you want – for me to rot in jail?
“There’s surveillance, there are witnesses, there’s proof!”
Tilda’s voice was cold and steady.
“Tilda, you’re doing the right thing! Don’t worry. I’ll stand with you no matter what happens!”
Una didn’t hesitate for a second.
Howard’s confidence wavered.
Maybe Tilda hasn’t stolen from the family. Maybe she really earned it.
Or … maybe she’s bluffing.
But if she really ends up in jail and the news gets out, the Jensons will take the worst blow of all.
There’s no turning back now.
Soon, the police arrived.
“Who made the report?”
“I did.”
Tilda stepped forward.
“Officer, these two falsely accused me of theft and attacked me verbally. I recorded everything!”
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