Loraine responded with a gracious nod and a smile. After Jefferson retreated, a sense of restlessness


    permeated the crowd, their eagerness to engage with Marco evident. However, his imposing presence


    held them at bay, preventing any further advances.


    Turning back towards Marina, Marco’s gaze hardened. The fleeting tenderness from moments ago


    seemed Like a mere illusion as his icy stare bore into the ne around Marina’s neck.


    Without mercy, Marco directly exposed her Lies.


    “Marina, what game are you ying? I never gifted you the Ster Gxy.”


    Ever since Marco’s entrance, Marina’s face had paled significantly. His direct confrontation left her


    trembling, too petrified to form a coherent response.


    Colette’splexion too turned ashen. She nced between Marina and


    Marco, her confusion morphing into a demand for answers.


    “Marina, what’s happening? Didn’t you im this was a gift from your brother? You’re Marco’s sister,


    the Bryant family’s precious daughter.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    How could your ne be fake?”


    Under Marco’s frosty gaze, Marina was on the verge of breaking down.


    Fumbling over her words, she attempted an exnation, “Brother, I… I didn’t mean any harm. I’m sorry.


    I lied about the ne because I didn’t want others to Look down on me. I had no idea you’d


    purchased it for Loraine!”


    Marina was keenly aware of what mattered to Marco. Her immediate goal was to extract herself from


    the escting situation as quickly as possible.


    Marco’s expression remained frosty, revealing his perception of


    Marina’s insincere apology.


    His attitude was telling, and the spectators didn’t hesitate to demonstrate their disapproval, stepping


    back to put distance between themselves and Marina and Colette.


    Colette’splexion cycled through various shades of red and purple, the embarrassment palpable.


    She chastised herself for overestimating


    Marina. Now, their fates seemed intertwined, making it challenging for her to extricate herself from the


    situation.


    Clinging to a shred of hope, she turned to Marco, attempting to diffuse the situation. “Even if Loraine’s


    ne is genuine, it doesn’t automatically render Marina’s fake. Perhaps it’s a simr design by pure


    chance?”


    She hoped that Marco would afford Marina some grace, given their sibling rtionship.


    But Marco merely smirked, his voice icy, “Master Laims crafted the


    Ster Gxy ne specifically at my behest, to delight Loraine.


    N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    It’s unequivocally unique; the idea of a coincidental design is inconceivable.”


    With that, he swiveled, extending his hand to Loraine.