Mrs. York, with a heart full of grievances, clung to Quintessa''s arm as if she had finally found her


    comrade-in-arms in a battle for justice. Her pitiful demeanor was heartbreaking. Quintessa sighed. It


    was tough seeing an elderlydy like Mrs. York being pushed around at her age. Clearly, some folks


    thought they could take advantage of her kind nature and force her into a corner. Quintessa gave her


    shoulder a reassuring pat, "I''m here for you. What''s there to worry about? It''s just a piece of jewelry. Let


    me take a look."


    Across from them, Vivian eyed Quintessa suspiciously, "And who might you be?"


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Who am I? None of your business. And you, borrowing jewelry from


    Mrs. York? Please, you don''t even look like you could afford such fine things."


    Vivian, stung by the remark, retorted while pointing at Mrs. York, "So, Mrs. York, you''ve brought


    reinforcements, huh? Think we''ll back down because of that? Let me tell you, your nder against me


    won''t just be brushed aside. If ites to it, we''ll settle this at the police station."


    With a ng, Quintessa grabbed a coffee cup from beside Mrs. York and mmed it on the table. The


    coffee sshed high, drenching Vivian''s brand-new Louis Vuitton bag. Vivian screamed, "My LV, oh


    my. It''s new, how dare you."


    Quintessa spread her hands and pulled out a couple of napkins to wipe her hands, "Oh, was that on


    purpose? My bad, it was an ident. Vivian, right? Since you''re from the well-respected West family,


    you need not make a mountain out of a molehill for a bag. Surely, you''re not so broke that you can''t


    afford a little mishap."


    Quintessa picked up an emerald ne from the table, "Let''s see what''s wrong with this jewelry. Not


    to brag, but my family specializes in these kinds of gems. I can spot a fake a mile away. Trying to fool


    Cecilia? No chance."


    Mrs. York watched Quintessa, feeling bewildered. Since when was she in the gemstone business?


    Quintessa''s words made Vivian and her group visibly uneasy. Vivian huffed, "Go ahead, check it. Real


    or fake, it doesn''t matter to me. I know what I know."


    Quintessa smirked; her fingers traced the emerald ne before holding it up to the sunlight. She


    appeared incredibly professional. After a moment, she expressed surprise, "Oh my, this is real. Top-


    grade imperial diamond, and the craftsmanship is divine. Look at the quality of this diamond, it''s so


    pure it looks like it could drip water. How could this be fake? You must have been mistaken earlier."


    Mrs. York panicked; it was supposed to be a fake. Hastily, she said, "But I..."


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    Quintessa discreetly squeezed Mrs. York''s hand under the table, reassuring her, "Take another look.


    Trust me."


    Mrs. York blinked, her eyes still red and looking confused yet innocent. She didn''t understand


    Quintessa''s n but instinctively yed along, nodding slowly, "Oh. I must have been mistaken. It


    does seem real."


    Vivian and herpanions exchanged looks; her eyes flickered with uncertainty.


    Vivian, with a cold expression, conceded, "So, it is real. Mrs. York made a mistake and falsely used


    us. Relying on being a member of the York family, can''t you even say sorry?"