DEAR CHEATED GIRLFRIEND, I AM TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 2 Thief?

Inside the elevator.

Click!

Karvel opened the unremarkable ring box.

A dazzling blue light burst forth.

He had grown up in an orphanage. This was the only known heirloom from his family—a long-lost treasure he had spent billions reclaiming years ago.

The gem inside was legendary, believed to be a lost royal artifact—utterly unique.

The gemstone alone was worth enough to buy out a hundred of his girlfriend’s companies.

Originally, Karvel had planned to propose with it.

But both his girlfriend and her secretary had dismissed it as worthless junk.

The elevator doors slid open.

Karvel stepped out of the elevator, only to be blocked by a man coming towards him.

"Huh? Karvel? Why do you look so miserable?"

A mocking voice greeted him from the front.

Karvel calmly glanced over.

Standing in his path was a man in a tailored suit, hair slicked back, holding a bouquet of red roses.

Vincent Langford—infamous playboy and one of the most persistent admirers of the icy CEO, Mariya.

Karvel didn’t want to engage. He stepped to the side, trying to walk past.

But his quiet avoidance only encouraged Vincent. He shifted to block him again.

“Why are you so quiet, loser? Are you trying to ignore me?”

Karvel’s eyes turned cold. He stared straight at the man. “Get out of the way.”

Vincent chuckled.

"Pretty quiet today, aren't you? Not as boastful as you used to be. Could it be that you've finally been dumped by Mariya after all your groveling?"

Karvel was gradually losing his patience. He had no mood to deal with this flamboyant man.

"Our business is none of your concern, you loser. Get out of my way," Karvel said coldly.

"How dare you, you piece of shit! Who the hell do you think you are?"

Vincent flew into a rage. In this city, no one had ever dared to be so disrespectful to him!

He lunged forward, trying to shove Karvel. But to his surprise, Karvel didn't budge an inch, like an iron slab. Instead, Vincent rebounded and nearly fell.

Unexpectedly, the bouquet of roses in Vincent's hand knocked the box out of Karvel's grasp, sending it flying to the ground.

The box hit the floor, and out rolled a stunning, radiant blue gemstone.

Its brilliance caught everyone's eye.

Vincent froze, his expression quickly morphing into disbelief.

“Wait... isn’t that—the Heart of the Ocean?”

“A ten-billion-dollar gem?! Why the hell is that in your hands?”

A murmur rose from the growing crowd.

This gemstone, known as the greatest of all, was the stuff of dreams—a fantasy jewel every woman longed for, hoping a prince would gift it to her.

But no one had ever managed to acquire it.

Karvel walked over and calmly closed the box, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Vincent’s gaze flickered with greed.

The Heart of the Ocean—a priceless treasure.

If he played it right, he could take it for himself.

“Seize him!” Vincent barked. “Find out where he got that gem!”

“He is just a broke loser! He definitely stole it from someone!”

But before his bodyguards could move—

Smack!

Karvel spun, unleashing a brutal slap.

Vincent let out a choked grunt as blood and teeth flew from his mouth.

He was sent flying four or five meters, landing like a ragdoll.

His bloodshot eyes widened in shock.

He couldn’t believe it.

The same useless, penniless guy he used to mock... had just hit him?!

The two bodyguards hesitated, stunned by Karvel’s ferocity.

Then they roared and charged.

Bang! Bang!

Karvel’s fists shot out.

The two burly men didn’t even get the chance to scream before they were knocked out cold.

Vincent was dumbfounded.

When did this loser get so strong?

The surrounding office workers backed away in fear.

None of them had expected this man—always so mild-mannered beside the CEO—to be capable of such violence.

Karvel cast one last cold glance at Vincent, who was still groaning on the floor.

Then he turned and strode away.

Shortly after Karvel left, Mariya and her secretary, Isabelle, arrived in a hurry.

“Oh my, Mr. Vincent! Who would dare lay a hand on you? They must have a death wish!”

Isabelle quickly rushed over to help Vincent up, fawning over him.

Vincent clutched his swollen, pig-like face and roared, “Who else? That bastard Karvel! Hmph, I swear, I’ll make him pay tenfold for this!”

Isabelle’s face twisted in fury. “What? That little brat dared to offend you?”

“I see what happened—he must’ve snapped after my boss rejected him and decided to take it out on you. That useless piece of trash—I won’t let him off easy!”

Vincent’s eyes lit up with glee, momentarily forgetting the pain in his face.

“Mariya, is it true what your secretary just said? You’ve finally cut ties with that loser?”

Mariya, who had never been fond of this spoiled rich kid, replied coolly, “What I do with my life has nothing to do with you, does it? Let me ask you—why would Karvel hit you for no reason?”

Vincent gritted his teeth. “Who knows what kind of crazy mood he was in?”

“Oh right, you probably haven’t heard the best part yet.” Vincent smirked. “That lunatic actually stole the Heart of the Ocean—you know, the ten-billion-dollar gem—just to impress you.”