Chapter 92
Chapter 92:
She tried to sound curious as she added, “Can anyone help me figure this out? I’d hate to accuse her unfairly and get scolded again p>
A few guests began to murmur. Were the necklaces really that similar? Was Rylie wearing a fake?
The people seated nearby leaned in, comparing the two necklaces. One by one, their expressions shifted as their focus returned to Rylie.
“They match perfectly. What’s going on? Miss Owen, did your brothers only support Paola and not you? Is that why you couldn’t get your hands on the original p>
“This is starting to look bad p>
“She lectured Paola earlier like she was some authority p>
Not even Paola had expected things to go this way. Still, the moment worked in her favor. Rylie’s embarrassment gave her the chance to appear composed and kind. She stepped in gently. “Rylie must have made a mistake. She probably didn’t realize it was a replica. She doesn’t have much knowledge about jewelry. Please don’t be too harsh p>
Then she leaned in close to whisper in Rylie’s ear, “Take it off before too many people notice. Like you said earlier, we can’t let the Owen family lose face p>
Rylie caught the smug
Rylie caught the smugness beneath Paola’s voice but didn’t react. She stayed calm in her seat and looked up at Celia on the stage. “It’s quite a coincidence, but my jewelry isn’t fake p>
Paola faltered for a moment, trying to mask the irritation curling in her chest. She forced a smile and said, “Rylie, Miss Buckley’s father owns a jewelry empire. Do you really think she’d fail to tell the difference between real and fake? Save yourself the embarrassment. Just take it off p>
Isabella let out a laugh. “Paola, don’t waste your breath. Rylie’s too stubborn. She’d rather face Miss Buckley head-on than admit she’s wrong p>
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Celia, still onstage, had already noticed the attention circling around Rylie and the matching necklace.
After wrapping up her speech, she stepped down carefully, gathering the hem of her dress as she made her way to the table.
In the private box above, Brad swirled his wine lazily, while Brock leaned closer and murmured, “Dr. Owen’s about to get chewed up. That knockoff necklace looks just like Celia’s. She’s surrounded by sharks. Should we step in p>
Brad gave a dry laugh. “That depends. Who do you think the shark really is right now p>
“You mean to say Dr. Owen’s necklace might be real?” asked Brock.
“I haven’t confirmed anything,” Brad replied, smirking. “But she invited me here for entertainment. Let’s just say she never fails to put on a show p>
Celia reached the table, lifted her glass, and tapped Johnny’s with a soft clink. “That eighteen-carat red diamond your grandmother likes is among the auction items tonight. Keep an eye on it, or it might disappear p>
Johnny nodded and took a sip. “Appreciate the heads-up p>