"Yes, I can prove that the cup of Samantha is authentic," Kimberly declared, shocking the crowd.

Her followers, especially Angel, were left in disbelief.

"Kimberly, how could you say that? If you hadn't claimed your cup was unique, I wouldn't have thought Samantha's was fake. Are you trying to trick us?"

Angel yelled at Kimberly in front of so many people. How could Kimberly, who has always been vain, bear it?

Kimberly immediately turned hostile and refused to admit it.

"I was just speaking casually. You took it too seriously. You broke the cup, not me!"

Angel, furious, grabbed Kimberly's collar.

"No, you're responsible too. You need to help me pay for it. For your family, 170,000 dollars is nothing, especially since I've been your follower for so long!"

The police saw that what happened next had nothing to do with them and left quickly.

The crowd gathered around Kimberly and Angel, eager to watch the fun.

"What's happening? Samantha looks ordinary, yet her cup is worth 170,000 dollars?"

"I'm curious about Kimberly. She claimed her cup was one of a kind. If Samantha's is real, what does that mean for hers?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Kimberly is the boss' daughter. She wouldn't use a fake!"

Isabel, sensing the tension, stepped in. "Angel, calm down. Kimberly, why do you say Samantha's cup is real?"

The crowd murmured, waiting for an explanation.

I knew Kimberly wasn't foolish. I had enough evidence against her. If she claimed her cup was fake, it would only expose her deception.

I surveyed the onlookers and raised an eyebrow at Kimberly. "So, will you explain, or should I reveal the truth?"

Nervously biting her lip, Kimberly trembled.