?Chapter 124:


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    Letting her gaze drift across the room, Maia took in the so-called elite socialites. From their clothes and the way they carried themselves, it was clear they were barely clinging to the lowest level of high society.


    Still, she said nothing. Instead, Maia’s lips curled into a half-smile, her voice light. “Sounds wonderful. I’m looking forward to it.”


    A haughty socialite flicked a nce at Maia and sneered, “Word is you’re going by Watson now. But did you know? Vince gave Rosanna a Radiant Jewels bracelet worth over four hundred thousand dors — a bracelet that screams luxury and exclusivity! He absolutely spoils her. And you know what’s funny? Someone used to chase after Vince shamelessly for years, but rumor has it he never even gave her so much as a knockoff.”


    “Please. A woman who’s been locked up has no businesspeting with Rosanna. Vince has good eyes. He wouldn’t settle for secondhand.”


    “She’s out of the Morgan family now. Four hundred thousand? She’ll be lucky if she ever sees four thousand!”


    “She’s sunk so far that she’s running around with those from the slums. Forget about four hundred thousand — she probably wouldn’t even be able to pay three hundred!”


    “She doesn’t have the money, but that’s never stopped her from stealing! Wasn’t it because she swiped a Radiant Jewels piece that shended herself behind bars?”


    The insults flew like darts, but Maia only let out a low, amused chuckle.


    Her attention shiftedzily to Rosanna’s wrist.


    Sensing Maia’s gaze, Rosanna gave a dramatic toss of her hair, shing the bracelet as if she were modeling it for a catalog.


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    The sight made Maia want tough out loud.


    So Vince really recycled gifts. Either he was cutting corners, or Rosanna was shameless enough to strut around in a hand-me-down without blinking. Rather than trade jabs, Maia simply raised her own hand and rested it on the table. A glint of green caught the light — a wless emerald bracelet encircled her wrist.


    Sharp-eyed as ever, one socialite gasped and leaned in.


    “Wait — isn’t that the bracelet that’s been blowing up online? The one someone offered 150 million dors for?”


    “What?!”


    In a blink, the entire room descended into chaos.


    “It seriously looks like the real thing. Could it actually be?”


    “Impossible! There’s no way she could afford something that insane. It’s gotta be a fake.”


    “Fake or not, it’s still pathetic. Even her jewelry’s a knockoff.”


    Across from them, Rosanna’s eyes suddenly widened, her pupils shrinking as she whipped around and seized Maia’s wrist. “Where… where did you get this bracelet?”


    With a serene twist of her hand, Maia slipped free of Rosanna’s grip and gave a soft, knowing smile. “Vicki left it to me. Naturally, it belongs to me.”


    Rosanna’s voice cracked as she shouted, “That’s impossible!”


    She almost blurted out that it had been in her possession but quickly caught herself, changing her tune. “It was clearly something I sold a long time ago!”


    “Really?” Maia’s smile vanished, reced by a chilling stare. “You say you sold it long ago. Then exin why I heard you tried pawning it off this morning at a jewelry collector’s shop?”


    Murmurs of confusion spread across the room. From what they could piece together, the bracelet Maia wore might really be the one that had set the inte on fire. But how could that be possible?


    The socialites stared, bewildered and increasingly uneasy.


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