The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

When Frey started discussing emeralds, Daphne nearly burst into laughter.

Daphne gestured toward the emerald necklace she was wearing a striking pendant, the Imperial Green Onyx, a top-tier emerald.

It was a gift from Michael, who had spent 12 million to acquire it from Buranda.

Despite his flaws, Michael was known for his generosity.

Frey had audaciously suggested that Daphne's emerald was a fake.

Daphne, fuming with indignation, cast a derisive glance at the piece of yellow jade hanging from Frey's neck. It appeared to be an ordinary piece, likely worth only tens of thousands of dollars, vastly inferior to her own.

"Ms. Frey," Daphne said with a sneer, "since you're involved in the jewelry industry, you should refine your taste. If you can't afford Imperial Green Onyx, perhaps you should opt for something less pretentious."noveldrama

"You're flaunting a piece of yellow jade, embarrassing yourself. Do you think we, the esteemed guests here, can't afford your company's products? Isn't that humiliating?"

Daphne's words had a profound effect, causing many of the high-profile guests to lose their interest in Frey's designs.

Frey understood the gravity of the situation and knew she needed to address it with integrity.

She replied coolly, "The value of Imperial Green Onyx isn't just in its color or water content, as you might think. It's prized for its purity and lack of impurities."

"For pendants, the emerald must be flawless, and maintaining its original pure color is crucial. Naturally carved, it should remain pristine."

Daphne frowned, grudgingly acknowledging Frey's knowledge. Yet, she couldn't afford to retreat now; admitting defeat would only empower Frey and Sawyer further.

"Ms. Frey," Daphne said, "are you trying to sound sophisticated? What's the point of your explanation?"

Frey responded calmly, "It's quite relevant. Your Imperial Green Onyx contains impurities, and its actual value falls short."

Daphne was momentarily stunned before laughing dismissively. "This emerald has been assessed by numerous experts and cost twelve million. Do you think I'm playing games?"

Unfazed by Daphne's disdain, Frey maintained a composed demeanor, having become a well of calm through her many experiences.

"While it may be valued at twelve million, its actual worth is closer to 200,000 or 300,000," she said with a hint of regret.

Daphne, visibly irritated, retorted, "You're new to the industry. Are you claiming to know more than the experts? Frey, are you delusional or just plain foolish?"

Frey remained collected. "Even 200,000 to 300,000 might be generous. Let's be conservative in our estimate."

Daphne's anger flared as she glanced at the yellow jade pendant around Frey's neck. "And what about

that pendant you're wearing? Do you down on others so much?" tent belongs to

"Twelve million," Frey stated firmly.

BUMS

The crowd erupted in murmurs. A

yellow jade piece should not be worth more than tens of thousands,

yet Frey was claiming hers was

worth twelve million. Was she

simply boasting?

Frustrated by the exchange, Daphne sneered, "Ms. Frey, you're truly naïve."

"Let's settle this with a bet," Frey proposed, her demeanor unruffled.

Daphne's anger surged. "What are we betting on? Do you really think I'm as ignorant as you?"