Chapter 64

Racquelle was a ruthless woman. Who knew what new scheme she had come up with this time to make my life miserable? I decided to ignore her, pretending I hadn't heard a thing. But soon enough, she stormed into my office, shouting, "My gold bracelet is missing! We have a thief in the company!" A gold bracelet? Racquelle owned a lot of jewelry, and she never stored them properly. She would leave them lying around wherever she happened to be. I would often find them around the house, like next to the sink or outside in the garden. I remembered that when we were kids, there was once I found one of her hairpins on the swing. Thinking I was doing her a favor, I brought it back to her. Instead of thanking me, she slapped it out of my hand and yelled while pointing at me, "Joshua, who said you could touch my things? You're filthy!" I was confused. I picked it up, cleaned it off, and said, "It's not dirty." Yet, Racquelle crossed her arms, looking at me with utter disdain. "Well, it's fil