The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Raising her eyebrows, Daphne looked at Freya and said, "If there is a crack in my gemstone caused during the cutting process, it's your responsibility, and you lose. Deal?"

Freya frowned, feeling that Daphne was being a sore loser. She smiled lightly and said, "Okay."

A simple, straightforward response.

The Satbury young man seemed a bit nervous. He had cut countless gemstones before, but they were either semi-finished products or rough materials. This was the first time he was working on a finished product.noveldrama

"Don't worry, just cut it carefully," Freya said to him in Satburian with a gentle smile.

Having studied in Porejimo before, she learned several languages and had attended various language classes since childhood, so she knew a bit of Satburian.

The Satburian young man, surprised at how well this Eastern woman spoke his language, smiled and nodded.

He focused himself, cutting carefully according to Freya's request, making a vertical cut to evenly split the gemstone in two.

A crowd had gathered, drawn by the rarity of the event.

Everyone held their breath as they watched the gemstone being cut. The cut surface was clean, with no visible cracks.

There was a murmur of disappointment from the onlookers. It was truly a shame, as both the color and quality were top-notch imperial green jade.

Daphne sneered, "Freya, you can get out of here now."

With a mocking smile, she reached out to grab the check Freya had signed, which was placed in the center of the table.

Although she had lost a string of jade beads, she had gained a significant amount of neros, which was quite a profitable exchange.

Michael Hill was generally stingy. He usually gifts her jewelleries, which were sometimes hard to liquidate.

This time, Freya had effectively helped her turn jewellery into cash.

Just as her hand touched the check, Freya grabbed her, looking up steadily, "It's not over yet."

"Freya, have some dignity, will you? Look at the cut, such great quality. Isn't it imperial green?"

"To be honest, before you went to prison, you were the eldest daughter of the Gomez family. You should know better, right? Did prison make you stupid?"

Freya smiled, Ms. Daphne, precisely because it's too clear and too clean, it's fake. It's likely a new kind of synthetic jade, made to look like this to increase its price. It should be

more valuable than glass, at least."

"What did you say?" Daphne's face darkened, "Are you saying this is glass? Are you blind?"

Freya ignored Daphne's rudeness

and smiled at the Satburial May

"Please cut my pendant too. Maybe Ms. Daphne has never seen a real imperial green onyx."

Daphne laughed in anger, "Freya, I've never seen someone as shameless as you."

"The pendant on your neck is clearly yellow jade, and you say it's imperial green? Are you trying to insult our intelligence?"

"Aren't you being too arrogant?"

"Let's save the arrogance for later. Please proceed," Freya glanced at the cut pendant of Daphne, feeling calm She sat down, even asking the waiter for a cup of hot milk.

Her stomach was a bit uncomfortable, a lingering issue from her time in prison.

The Satburian young man hesitated. Freya's pendant was clearly yellow jade, yet she claimed it was imperial green?

Still, he nervously cut Freya's pendant. Everyone around thought Freya was speaking nonsense, as if she was delusional.