MTLNOVEL Chapter 941 When Dave Dropped The Act
"If you're not paying, then leave. You're trespassing," Dave said firmly, pointing toward the door as if the penthouse were his own.
Silvia, unable to come up with a proper retort, stood from the sofa and made her way toward the exit. But before she reached the door, Hera's voice rang out, calm but cutting.
"Before you go, let's not forget, you broke my porcelain cup. Out of all the teacups in the display cabinet, you just had to pick the most expensive one. That was my Chicken Cup from China's Ming Dynasty, over 500 years old. I won it at an auction for $40 million, four million above the expected price, and you threw it."
Her tone was cold, almost casual, but the fury behind her words was unmistakable.
"You'll have to pay for the damage. And while we're at it, compensation for emotional distress and trespassing. If you refuse, I'll have no choice but to call the police."
It wasn't about the money, not entirely. What infuriated Hera more was Silvia's nerve, storming into someone else's home and mistreating the people under her protection. This wasn't just about a broken cup; it was about principle, about justice, for Amy and the others who had been wronged.
Yes, Hera had more than enough money, but $40 million wasn't pocket change. It was money earned, it didn't fall from the sky. And it wasn't Silvia's to waste. Hera intended to make that clear.
Silvia needed to understand: this wasn't her territory. And in the real world, actions have consequences.
"You dare?!" Silvia roared through her gritted teeth.
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Hera replied coolly. "I bought that porcelain cup myself. I still have the authentication certificate, photographs, and the full set of paperwork. And if you're worried I'm trying to deceive you, we can call in an appraiser to verify its authenticity, just so you don't go thinking I put a fake on display to scam you out of money."
She gave a casual shrug, her tone laced with mock sympathy.
"As for the mental distress compensation, you did trespass on my legal property. You barged in, harassed me to vacate my home, and didn't even offer a cent in negotiation. Tell me, does that sound like the behavior of a rational person?"
"Who wouldn't suffer mental distress from that? Honestly, some might even call a psychiatric hospital on your behalf, you know?"
Her words were delivered with a hint of pity that only added fuel to Silvia's rage. Silvia's face turned crimson, her eyes practically rolling back from sheer fury.
It was only then that Rafael and the others finally managed to collect themselves—though not for long. The moment they made eye contact, laughter bubbled up, and they couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Pfft…" Dave quickly slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter, trying his best not to burst out. He had no qualms about laughing right in front of Silvia, but he figured if she got any angrier, she might actually pass out—or worse, demand compensation for her mental distress. And that, he couldn't allow. He didn't want his sweetheart to be at a disadvantage because of Silvia's theatrics.
"You… you… you…" Silvia stammered, pointing at them with a trembling hand. Her lips quivered as she struggled to form a coherent sentence, rage swelling inside her like a volcano ready to blow.
She could feel herself on the verge of fainting, but no, she couldn't give them the satisfaction. Not in front of these high-tier elite men.
Even though all of them clearly looked down on her, in Silvia's eyes, it was Hera pulling the strings, Hera who turned them against her, Hera who orchestrated her humiliation.
But the truth was far less dramatic. If Hera weren't here, Dave would have had no reason to hold back. He probably would've verbally demolished Silvia with his razor-sharp tongue, leaving her running out in tears.
Sure, his friends could tease and bully him without consequence, but outsiders weren't so lucky. Most couldn't even handle one of Dave's retorts without needing emotional support or a defibrillator.
Realizing she had no way out, Silvia fumed silently. The mention of calling the police hit a nerve. While she was publicly known as the Avery heiress and could easily intimidate the local police chief with her status, she was far more afraid of something else—this incident reaching her grandfather's ears.
She couldn't afford that.
And judging by Hera's calm but firm demeanor, she wasn't the type to back down or let things slide.
With a heavy heart and clenched jaw, Silvia finally pulled out her phone and checked her online bank balance. The moment her eyes landed on the number, her chest tightened. Her heart squeezed painfully, and for a second, she wanted to cry—but no tears came. She could only grit her teeth in frustration and humiliation.
"I–I'll pawn my cars to you," Silvia said, trying to keep her tone firm. "They're newly purchased and will be delivered tomorrow. Plus, I'll have the cash transferred to your bank account. How about it?"
She still carried herself with a hint of arrogance, as if she were the one calling the shots. But inside, she was already falling apart. Just like she said—the cars were brand new, barely even in her possession. She hadn't even sat behind the wheel yet… and now, she was about to hand them over. The thought alone made her heart ache.
"Oh? Which cars?" Dave asked, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk.
"Lamborghini Miura Concept, Lamborghini Egoista Concept, and Pagani Utopia Roadster," Silvia muttered through gritted teeth. "My Pagani was priced at $3.4 million, the Egoista at $3 million, and the Miura also at $3 million. That totals $9.4 million. So, deducting it from the $40 million, I'd only need to pay $30.6 million in cash."
Her voice trembled despite the arrogant edge she tried to maintain. It felt like her heart was bleeding. The hatred in her eyes grew deeper, not just toward Hera, but toward herself. All this… over a single porcelain cup.
She hadn't even touched the steering wheels of those cars. They were her dream purchases, luxuries she'd painstakingly saved for, and now she was handing them over to someone else. All because she lost her temper and shattered something that turned out to be worth a fortune.
'Who knew a cup could cost $40 million?'
Across from her, Hera couldn't help the smile that curled at her lips. Every car Silvia had mentioned was a rare supercar, vehicles that just so happened to closely resemble the ones her grandfather had gifted her. The irony wasn't lost on her.
And just like Silvia said, those cars were rare models, limited editions that weren't available to just anyone. She had only been able to purchase them because of the Avery family's connections.
Without the Avery name backing her, even if she had the money, she wouldn't have had the opportunity to buy such exclusive vehicles. With only a handful manufactured worldwide, it wasn't about who could afford them, but who had the influence to even be considered.
"All right then, I accept," Hera said with a wide grin as she opened her banking app and pulled up the QR code for payment.
Still seated in her wheelchair, she handed the phone to Dave. And the moment Dave caught a glimpse of her bank balance, his mind nearly short-circuited. Stunned into silence, he stiffly took the phone and approached Silvia.
As he got closer, so did his face, annoyingly smug and devilishly handsome. Silvia found herself unable to look away. Despite Dave ranking last among Hera's lovers, it certainly wasn't for lack of looks or physique. His only flaw? His chaotic personality.
Dave's antics made it hard for people to take him seriously, and far too easy to get annoyed by him.
If he ever dialed it back, he could easily outrank Rafael. But then again, toning it down would make him less Dave, and his outrageous behavior was exactly what made him unique.
Yet in Silvia's eyes, he was nothing short of captivating.
She fluttered her long lashes, trying to appear coy as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Then she leaned in to scan the QR code, conveniently angling herself to flaunt her cleavage, hoping to catch Dave's attention.
But Dave wasn't the least bit affected. With a deadpan expression, he commented bluntly, "Don't flaunt your small chest in front of me."
Crude. Ungentlemanly. And brutally direct.
Yet Dave didn't care; he preferred to make his thoughts crystal clear rather than let Silvia continue her little act. He'd seen enough of these tricks to know exactly what she was trying to do, and he had no interest in entertaining it.
His usual smug demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold seriousness that instantly changed the atmosphere. When Dave dropped the act, he could be just as intimidating as Rafael or the others, maybe even more so because of the stark contrast.
The shift in his energy made Silvia's knees buckle slightly. The suffocating pressure he exuded left no room for flirtation. Her face flushed, but not from attraction, this time, it was pure humiliation.