Infinite Wealth: Revenge of the Lost Heir

CHAPTER 11: THE QUEEN WHO LOST HER CROWN

The door of the luxury suite in one of Manhattan's five-star hotels slammed hard, leaving a deafening echo of impact. Amber Miller walked staggeringly into the room. Her appearance was completely ruined. The designer gown she wore looked crumpled, her pair of eyes were swollen from unbearable tears of frustration, and her blonde hair, which was usually neatly styled, was now disheveled. Even more pathetically, her left foot was bare; one of her high heels had been left behind on the dirty sidewalk of Vance Midtown.

"Bastards! Damn it!" Amber roared, launching her expensive Hermès bag toward the wall until the crystal ornaments there clinked loudly.

She threw herself onto the velvet sofa, clutching her head, which felt as if it were about to split open. Flashes of the incident at the restaurant kept replaying in her brain like a broken cassette. The humiliation from Richard Coleman, the disgusted stares from the customers, and the satisfied smile she had briefly caught on Chloe Miller's face—all of it was like a dagger skinning her self-esteem alive.

Hearing the loud noise in the front room, Ryan Vance stepped out from the bedroom area. The man had just arrived a few minutes before Amber. However, instead of welcoming Amber with a warm embrace or soothing words as usual, Ryan's face looked incredibly stiff. Deep lines of exhaustion were clearly printed beneath his eyelids.

As soon as she saw Ryan, Amber immediately rushed up. She grabbed the collar of Ryan's shirt with a grip of fingers that trembled violently.

"Ryan! You have to destroy them! That damn lawyer named Richard Coleman dared to drag me out like garbage!" Amber screamed in a hysterical, shrill voice. "He said that restaurant has been bought by someone else! He fired David and put my name on the blacklist! You have to call Father right now, Ryan! Mobilize the entire Vance family legal team to imprison those bastards!"

Ryan did not budge. He only stared at Amber with a pair of eyes that were cold, vacant, and laden with suppressed exasperation.

"Let go of my hands, Amber," Ryan said, his voice sounding low and whispering, yet carrying a dangerous emphasis.

"Ryan, did you not hear what I said?!" Amber became even more hysterical, shaking Ryan's shoulders with all her might. "I was humiliated in public! In front of Chloe! I am no longer considered someone important in New York because of their actions! Why are you just standing there?!"

Rip!

With one harsh jerk, Ryan brushed Amber's hands away so hard that the woman stumbled backward and fell to a seated position on the carpet.

"I said shut up, Amber! Enough!" Ryan barked, his voice thundering through the room. His breath was shallow, and his jaw clenched so tightly that the veins on his neck bulged red.

Amber widened her wet eyes, staring at the man in front of her with acute disbelief. All this time, Ryan had always treated her like a queen, indulging her every whim without protest. But today, for the first time, Ryan looked at her with such a foreign gaze—a gaze filled with pure anger and disgust.

"You're thinking about your lost restaurant? You're crying because you were kicked out of an eating place?" Ryan laughed, a cynical laugh that sounded terrifying to Amber's ears. "You know nothing, Amber. Out there, our world is collapsing, and you still have time to whine like a child who lost her toy!"

Amber caught her breath, her chest heaving rapidly as fear slowly began to creep up the back of her neck. "R-Ryan... what do you mean? What is actually happening?"