Chapter 265

Chapter 265

In the living room, the contempt on everyone's faces became increasingly obvious.

"The Scott family sure has some nerve, daring to pass off fake jewelry. Now that things have gone wrong, you want to run? Fine, you can run, but lower the price. I can take all this stuff off your hands."

"I can take half of these things. Just agree quickly. I'll take them right now—who knows, someone might come to seize them any minute."

Garcia Jewels Company was in trouble, and it was impossible not to know.

And the ones who sold fake goods to Garcia Jewels Company were the Scott family's company.

Everyone in the industry knew clearly that the Scott family was in big trouble. The only reason they were rushing to sell now was to get some cash in hand.

Why would these vultures offer a good price?

The Scott family members' chests heaved violently with anger.

Quentin tapped his cane, "You're going too far, trying to bully us like this. Do you really think we're easy to push around? The Garcia family won't go bankrupt easily, and we have Michael backing us—that's the famous Johnson family."

"Are you sure the Johnson family is backing you and not your enemy? Diana has nothing to do with you people. She hates your guts."

The atmosphere grew more and more oppressive.

Just as Quentin was hesitating, Tamsin walked over and gently nudged his arm.

The two exchanged glances.

They knew in their hearts that they were at the end of their rope.

If they didn't get rid of these things now, they'd probably be seized soon.

Every industry has its rules.

Right now, while the Garcia family hadn't sued the Scott family yet and they could still dispose of their assets, they needed to act fast.

Any later, if they got sued and everything was seized, they'd have nothing left.

Quentin understood this logic, but looking at those things he once treasured, his face was full of reluctance.

These were things he'd squeezed out of Layla's hands on every birthday and holiday.

He loved each and every one.

Thinking about selling them, his heart was bleeding.

Just as he was still struggling with the decision, suddenly the roar of cars came from outside.

Chase and Veda rushed in from outside.

Seeing the scene inside, Chase roared, "Get out now! All this stuff belongs to the Garcia family. Anyone who dares touch it, I'll destroy them."

Thinking about losing everything, his anger surging, he grabbed a baseball bat and pointed it at everyone.

Veda chimed in from the side, "Think carefully, everyone—whose stuff is this really? You don't want to buy things and then get into trouble, do you?"

The siblings were fierce, but the others didn't take them seriously.

"Who do you two think you are? Coming here to fight us for this? Get lost. We're paying for these things—who are we offending?"

"Garcia Jewels Company is about to go bankrupt. Do you really think you're heirs to the Garcia family? Look at what you're actually capable of."

"The company's about to be gone. If you two want a good life, I can set you up with someone."

Faced with everyone's indifference, Chase's forehead veins bulged with anger, "Get out, or I'll beat you to death right now."

In his rage, he swung the baseball bat and charged forward.

Quentin jumped in fright and quickly pulled him back, "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"

Chase roared, "Yes, I have lost my mind—driven crazy by you people! You Scott family people taking small amounts of money from my mom was one thing, and we bought you stuff for birthdays and holidays—why did you use fake goods?"

The root of everything was the Scott family.

Looking at the Scott family members all decked out in jewelry, Chase glanced at his phone, his eyes constantly looking outside.

Veda looked at her phone and nodded.

Everyone noticed the siblings' eye contact.

Quentin sensed something was wrong, "You little punk, so rude. We're your mother's parents—what's wrong with spending a little money on us? It's called being filial."

"Enough, at a time like this you're still playing the elder card? What are you?"

"If it wasn't for you, how would my mom and we have ended up like this? You greedy thing, I want to beat you to death."

Chase now had completely lost his reason, his eyes bloodshot, wanting to attack.

Tamsin walked over, heartbroken, "What are you saying, you punk? This is your grandfather."

"What do you want to say? You've always told us to be filial, to repay you, but what have you done? You never bought us a single piece of clothing growing up."

Getting angrier as he thought about it, Chase wanted to smash everything.

But he knew he couldn't, because these things were their last assets.

The room was crowded and chaotic, but no one dared to move anything.

The roar of cars sounded again, and then a dozen vehicles stopped at the gate, followed by several large trucks.

Dozens of burly men appeared behind Chase.

"Listen up, throw these people out now, then move everything valuable in this house."

At Chase's command, the burly men rushed in.

Quentin sensed something was wrong and tried to stop them, but how could an old man stop so many people?

He glared angrily at Chase.

"You punk, you don't respect your elders or care about me. I'm going to tell your mother."

Quentin valued his life and didn't dare use his body to block them, so he could only call Layla.

But the call wouldn't go through at all.

Chase sneered, "I already pulled out the SIM card. Don't worry, even if you break the phone today, no one's coming. Besides, this stuff originally belonged to the Garcia family anyway. It's only right that I'm here to collect the debt."

Veda nodded silently from the side.

With Chase having backup, even though the Scott family was anxious, they could only watch helplessly as their treasured possessions were carried away one by one.

"That's my bag, that's my necklace."

"My limited edition clothes—what are you doing? Are you crazy? You're taking clothes too?"

"You punks, what do you think you're doing? No respect at all—that's my car."

Screams rose one after another.

In less than two hours, the luxurious villa was emptied.

Even the beds and sofas in the house weren't spared.

Chase was truly the most ruthless—he actually contacted a second-hand furniture store and had them come pick things up.

Beds that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars were sold for just tens of thousands.