He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 393: Throw Her Out

"So you're just wearing fakes. If you can't afford nice clothes, don't pretend. It's pathetic." Claire pulled a brooch off her coat and tossed it at Sherry.

"You obviously don't know anything about quality. Take this and give me the invitation. It's worth way more than your silly ticket."

She looked utterly smug, like Sherry had just hit the jackpot.

In reality, Teresa had bought the brooch for her when she was little—worth a few dollars at most.

She figured Sherry, who supposedly wore knockoffs, couldn't tell real from fake anyway. She'd think everything Claire owned was priceless.

Even if Sherry found out later how cheap it was, Claire could just say it was her first gift as a mother.

It shouldn't matter even if it cost nothing; Sherry should be moved to tears and stash it away like treasure.

Either way, Sherry was getting the better deal.

Now that Sherry was free from her family, she realized the people who once looked down on her like gods were just idiots.

"Cut the arrogant act. I used to respect you because you were my mother. Now you mean nothing to me. You think I'm stupid enough to fall for a two-dollar brooch?"

Claire was shocked that Sherry could actually tell. How could some poor girl know the difference?

"How dare you speak to me like that!" Claire shrieked.

How could Sherry dare?

"I dare more than that. I can have you thrown out." Sherry turned to the two guards. "How do you handle people who cause trouble here?"

They answered respectfully, "We remove them."

But they didn't think they'd actually get to stand up for themselves. She was Sherry's mother, so they thought they'd just have to swallow the insult.

"Then do your jobs."

Sherry sat back down.

Everyone froze.

"Sherry! You can't let them touch me! I'm your mother!"

But the guards finally had a shot at payback. No way they were passing it up. What if Sherry changed her mind later?

Claire was grabbed and lifted off the ground.

Panic flashed across her face.

"Sherry! If you throw me out, you'll never hold your head up again! You'll be the ungrateful daughter who attacked her own mother! I'll post this online and ruin you!

"I gave birth to you! Raised you! How could you do this to me? Look at her, everyone! Sherry's a monster who disowns her own mother! Have pity on me! My own daughter is throwing me out!"

Claire threw a fit like no one expected.

Nothing like a proper lady would act—but she didn't care as long as her husband never saw.

She just wanted to get what she wanted.

Sherry stepped outside.

She was already surrounded by gossip. Teresa knew that, so she sent Claire to destroy the reputation Sherry had built at the company.

The look on Claire's face made it obvious—this was a setup.

They'd used this exact trick before to take everything from Sherry, ruin her name, and get their way.

Now they wanted to do it again.

But even the two guards were stuck. If they were older, they might've just shot back. But they were young, and roughing her up would only make Sherry look bad.

Sherry crossed her arms.

"Play the recording of everything she said and did in the conference room on a loop throughout the company.

"And post a copy online too—just to make sure she doesn't lie about what happened."

Claire was too dumb to realize she was the one in the wrong.

"So what? People will still call you the villain! As soon as you lay a hand on me, you're finished. You'll beg me to take the invitation eventually.

"And when you do, it won't be enough to just hand it over. You'll kneel outside our door for days until we forgive you! Do you hear me?! Ahhh!"

Before she could finish screaming, she was carried out and dumped onto the street.

A crowd quickly gathered, staring and pointing.

Claire finally felt ashamed. She covered her face and ran away.

When she got home, she threw a tantrum.

"You have no idea what that little bitch did to me! Some fake-wearing office servant dares to treat me like this?!"

She chugged an entire glass of water.

Bryan frowned. "Why are you so thirsty?"

She looked like she hadn't had water ever.

Claire fumed, "Thirsty? Because my dear daughter wouldn't even give me a single sip of water!"