His Five Little Rascals

Confrontation, tragically misunderstood by everyone.

Tsk tsk! With such impressive combat skills, she was definitely on par with her two brothers, if not better!

Was this slap in the face coming a bit too fast?

Gavriel Mason's face turned a deep shade of gray, and his lips twitched in frustration.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing forehead vigorously.

He suddenly realized that making Monica Davis sign a three-year servitude contract was a huge mistake; it was way too generous.

No way, he had to find a way to make up for this in the future.

Two days later, at the Davis family mansion.

Today was Helen Davis's 60th birthday, and many people had come to celebrate.

Gwyn Davis rubbed his hands together and pulled Sydney Brown and Isabel Davis over, wearing a flattering smile. "Mom! Happy Birthday! Wishing you health and longevity!"

"Mm!"

As soon as Helen Davis spotted Sydney Brown, her expression immediately turned cold.

However, given the occasion, she managed to respond in a neutral tone without losing her temper right then and there.

"Why aren't you getting the gift you prepared for your mom?" Gwyn Davis shot Sydney a look while nudging her with his elbow.

Sydney quickly snapped back to reality, suppressing her embarrassment, and stepped forward with a forced smile. "Mom, this is a special birthday gift I prepared just for you. I hope you like it!"

As she spoke, she eagerly presented a beautifully crafted jewelry box.

Helen Davis looked down and saw a stunning emerald ring lying quietly inside the box. The platinum band cradled a transparent green stone, intricately adorned with a swirling cloud design, crafted with exceptional artistry. Its elegant form symbolized wealth and harmony.

"What is this?" Helen's eyes lit up.

Isabel Davis seized the moment, smiling sweetly and almost fawning over the ring. "This ring was designed by the world-renowned jeweler, Victor Davis. He handled everything from the design to the crafting all by himself. Knowing Grandma's birthday was coming up, Gavriel Mason bought it at a premium price directly from him."

As she spoke, she emphasized the words "premium price," wearing a proud expression.

"Thank you, Mr. Mason! He really is so thoughtful," Helen replied with delight, nodding enthusiastically.

She quickly took the jewelry box and gently caressed the ring, unable to take her eyes off it. This joy made her view Sydney Brown in a less negative light.

Isabel and Sydney exchanged glances, their faces beaming with pride. The envious and jealous looks from others only added to their sense of triumph, making them feel as if they were floating on cloud nine.

"Wow! Who is that young girl?" Suddenly, a voice of surprise from the crowd caught everyone's attention, and they turned to look toward the entrance.

There stood Monica Davis, wearing light blue jeans and a white T-shirt. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, high on her head. She wore no makeup, looking fresh and clean.

With a youthful charm that was hard to conceal, she walked in confidently, her stunning beauty impossible to ignore.

Sydney Brown and Isabel Davis clenched their fists tightly, their teeth grinding together with a "crunching" sound.

Gwyn Davis paused for a moment, then wore a cold, indifferent expression.

This girl...

Helen Davis was momentarily lost in thought, gazing at the slender figure that had suddenly reappeared after five years, clearly struggling to process the moment.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Monica Davis stepped forward and sweetly called out, "Grandma!"

"You little brat, you finally decided to come back?" The old lady shot her a fierce glare.

While she hadn't been particularly fond of her granddaughter before, she still had a good impression of her.

Smart, sensible, and likable.

But five years ago, she had vanished without a trace, and Sydney Brown claimed she had shamelessly eloped with some wild man.

To protect the dignity of the Davis family, the old lady, though angry, ordered them to say that Monica was just away for a break.

"I'm sorry, Grandma. I’ve been a bad granddaughter and made you worry," Monica said sweetly, not offering any further excuses.

Sydney Brown and Isabel Davis, those two conniving women, not only harmed her but also ruined her reputation afterward. They were truly despicable.

But there was no rush; time was on her side, and she would eventually repay her debts to her.

"Hmph! Fine, just come and sit down!"

Helen Davis had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. After a cold huff, she gestured to the seat beside her.

Monica Davis nodded and obediently walked over.

Isabel Davis, who had expected Monica to be scolded and thrown out, was taken aback by the scene. Anger and resentment bubbled inside her.

"Today is Grandma's birthday celebration. After all these years, your sister finally came back. What gifts did you prepare for Grandma?"

Feigning innocence, Isabel blinked and quickly changed her tone, "You didn't come empty-handed, did you?"

Looking at Monica's shabby outfit, it was clear she couldn't afford a decent gift. In fact, she might not have brought anything at all.

Isabel was filled with jealousy and bitterness, wanting nothing more than to see Monica embarrass herself in public.

"A gift?"

Monica glanced at her with a dismissive look, deliberately biting her lip in feigned hesitation.

Seeing this, Sydney Brown felt a surge of satisfaction and quickly chimed in with her daughter.

"You've always been so spoiled and thoughtless, and I guess that's my fault as your stepmother. But today is your grandmother's birthday celebration, and showing up empty-handed is just disrespectful. Look at your sister; she even brought a ring designed by Mr. Victor Davis himself for Grandma."

Her eyes sparkled with pride.

"Victor Davis?"

Upon hearing this, Monica Davis paused slightly, instinctively pressing the jewelry box in her pocket through her clothes. What a coincidence this was.

However, the piece that Helen Davis was holding...

Monica lowered her head and examined it closely, quickly noticing something off.

The edges of the cloud design were a bit blurry, and the shape was wrong. This was not crafted by Victor Davis; it was a cheap imitation.

"This piece is fake," she stated calmly, pulling her gaze away.

"What? What did you say?"

At her words, Sydney Brown's eyes widened in disbelief, and she immediately scoffed, "You must be joking! You should at least know what you're talking about. You probably don't even know who Victor Davis is! How could you claim this is fake? It's just laughable."

"Exactly!" Isabel Davis chimed in, rolling her eyes dismissively.

Watching this unfold, not only the other guests but even Helen Davis looked at Monica with disappointment.

It was one thing to come empty-handed, but to brazenly declare someone else's belongings as fake was a matter of character.