"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."
