They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 07

They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 07

In less than ten minutes, another helicopter roared and hovered above the teaching building.

A white-haired old man came down from the helicopter, walking forward quickly with a sophisticated metal case in his hand.

When the headmaster saw who it was, his eyes went wide, and he stammered out a name: “Is… is

it Mr. Robert?”

The old man didn’t pay him any attention at all, walking up to Alistair and bowing respectfully: “Young master, you called for me.”

Alistair ruffled my hair, his voice low and soothing: “Give it to him. Don’t be afraid, baby, Alistair is

here.”

I handed over the broken pieces of the bracelet I was clutching.

He carefully took my bracelet and placed it on the equipment.

I nestled in Alistair’s arms, smelling his comforting cold fragrance, and asked in a small voice.

“Alistair, what is that grandpa doing? Can my bracelet still be fixed?”

Alistair ruffled my hair, his voice turning instantly tender: “No need to fix it, I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Really?” My eyes lit up.

Mr. Robert’s expression changed as he looked at the broken bracelet.

“Mr. St. Claire, just the pink diamonds on this alone had a closing price of… eighty-seven million at the auction house last year.”

That’s not even mentioning the gold pendant that fell into the sewer.

A chorus of collective gasps filled the entire field.

“Hiss-”

“How… how much? Is there something wrong with my ears?”

“Eighty-seven million?! Not eighty-seven hundred?! couldn’t earn that much in a lifetime!”

“Did I hear that right? How many zeros were after that number?”

“Crazy, Madeline Vance really kicked a steel plate this time-no, she kicked a diamond mine!”

The headmaster’s eyes rolled back, and his body swayed; he almost passed out on the spot.

With the high price of the bracelet coming first, the price of the phone was just pocket change.

Madeline Vance was in disbelief; she suddenly widened her eyes and began screaming

hysterically.

“Impossible! You’re lying!”

“You’re all liars! You’re conspiring to extort me!”

She pointed at us, her face distorted: “You think I’ll believe you just because you hired an actor to give a quote? Keep dreaming! I won’t pay you a single cent!”

I shrank back at her sharp voice.

“Alistair, she’s so scary.”

Alistair didn’t even bother to give her a single glance, gently patting my back.

An assistant stepped forward, holding a tablet up in front of the headmaster and Madeline Vance.

“This is the auction house’s closing certificate, tax payment proof, and so on.”

“All documents can be verified at any authoritative institution globally.”

The evidence was irrefutable, in black and white.

Her scream got stuck in her throat, and her face instantly turned deathly pale.

Julian had been quiet, but now he noticed the red marks on my hand where Madeline Vance had

grabbed me.

He took my hand, his face ice-cold.

“headmaster, not only has my sister suffered property damage, but her hand is also injured, and

more importantly, she has suffered psychological trauma.”

“We will be arranging a psychological evaluation for her and reserve the right to hold the school

legally accountable.”

The words “psychological trauma” made the headmaster’s already weak legs give out completely.

He knew that this matter would definitely not end easily today.

To appease my brothers’ wrath, he spun around and pointed at the despondent Madeline Vance, shouting sharply.

“Madeline Vance! Go and find Student St. Claire’s gold pendant right now!”

Madeline Vance instinctively protested: “The sewer is so filthy…”

“Filthy? If you don’t pick it up, your life will be filthier than a sewer!” the headmaster said in desperate rage. “Go now!”