"Even just by looking at it, everyone would know that it was fake,” Jack said firmly, his deep voice cutting through the tense air in the room. His gaze never faltered, meeting Victor’s sharp, furious eyes with unwavering defiance.
"Are you accusing me of giving Hazel a fake bracelet?" Victor's face twisted in disbelief, his lips curling into a mocking sneer. His voice rose with indignation, every word soaked with disdain. "What did you know about diamonds, huh?!" Victor spat. "Losers like you—poor, pathetic—should have been grateful we even let you in the same room as us, and now you were playing the expert? How ridiculous!"
The sound of his derisive laughter echoed in the room, a cruel symphony of contempt. Maria Fontaine, her sharp features hardening with disdain, quickly chimed in, h
