The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 438

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."

"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.

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 look down on others so much?"

"Twelve million," Frey stated firmly.

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?"