Heir's Threat Meets Diver's Revenge: He Stole Her Father's Legacy, She Found A Spanish Treasure!
Previously: An arrogant heir tried to seize a diver's legacy, but she returned with a royal treasure that flipped the script, leading to a shocking confrontation and a battle for her father's honor.
Lily didn't pause. With raw force, she ripped open the duffel bag’s zipper. Carter watched, his arrogant smirk faltering as she hauled out a massive object. It was a 17th-century Spanish royal monstrance, solid gold, its baroque sunburst cross encrusted with raw, sea-weathered emeralds and rubies. It shimmered dazzlingly under the diner’s flickering neon, a beacon of lost history. "And this afternoon," Lily declared, her voice resonating with a booming, righteous intensity, "I brought up the royal treasure of the Nuestra Señora!"
Carter Ross was stunned into silence. His smirk vanished, replaced by a look of paralyzed shock. His throat bobbed as he struggled to swallow. The reflection of the golden monstrance danced in his wide, terrified pupils. Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead, and the color drained from his lips. "That's… that's the lost Spanish royal monstrance… it's worth eighty million dollars…" he stammered, his voice a choked whisper.
Lily stood tall, towering over him with an icy authority and unyielding composure. The weight of the artifact in her hands felt like the weight of justice itself. She moved deliberately, bringing the heavy, twenty-pound solid gold treasure down onto the revocation papers Carter had so carelessly discarded. The deafening metallic crash shattered Carter’s ceramic coffee mug, sending shards and hot coffee splashing across the table.
She leaned forward, her sea-spray-drenched face inches from his cowering eyes. "Buy my boat? Ross," she said, her voice low and laced with devastating, savage triumph, "by Monday morning, I'm buying your entire marina." Carter shrank back into the vinyl cushions, a picture of defeated terror and trembling humiliation. The storm outside seemed to quiet, as if even nature was holding its breath.
”The storm outside seemed to quiet, as if even nature was holding its breath.