CHAPTER 518: YOU DON’T NEED JUSTICE TO DEAL WITH THE WICKED

There was so much that could be done with this.

But Angela didn’t have the time to think it through—she wanted to outshine Selina. She wanted everyone to see that she was the best choice for the job.

With the Fortune Jade in her possession, Selina would definitely have none. When the Turner family came to Selina asking for the Fortune Jade, what could she do? She’d be forced to present a fake.

And when that happened, Angela could step in to "expose" her, then produce the real Fortune Jade to turn the tables in her favor. Everything would fall neatly into place...

...

Kevin watched Angela leave, a mocking smile slowly spreading across his face.

He enjoyed watching his prey take the bait without realizing it, even thinking they were being clever. But Angela was so stupid it made the whole thing feel unsatisfying.

"Kevin." Anthony pushed open the door and stepped inside. "How did it go?"

Kevin explained Selina’s plan. "But if Angela hadn’t impersonated her, hadn’t let greed get the better of her, there’s no way this would’ve worked at all."

Anthony nodded. "As long as you know what you’re doing."

Kevin arched a brow. "You know, Uncle, this move of mine and Selina’s—it’s a bit underhanded. My parents would definitely frown on it. Aren’t you going to say something?"

Fishing for trouble like this, even if the targets were the Morris family and Angela, wasn’t exactly the kind of tactic one could brag about.

But Anthony’s expression remained calm. "When it comes to getting justice for Victoria, any means is fair in my book."

Kevin was taken aback. In a flash, something clicked in his mind. "Uncle... you and Mrs. Victoria—"

Anthony shot him a single glance.

Kevin immediately felt a pang of regret.

The dead don’t come back, and feelings left unspoken will never find their moment. Even if Victoria were still alive, she had a daughter now, and someone she loved. She would never accept Anthony.

Besides, it was too late. All the "what ifs" no longer mattered. The only thing Anthony could do now—the thing he had always done—was one thing:

Avenge Victoria.

...

Three days later, the Turner Group’s new product launch.

This time, the Turner Group was unveiling a regal Court Series of jewelry. The original designer was Victoria, and the refinements and final touches came from Kevin—a powerhouse collaboration that had the public’s full attention.

On the day of the announcement, reporters swarmed the event, eager for the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

The most talked-about feature of the day? The Fortune Jade gifted by the Turner family.

The jade used for the Fortune Jade was top-grade warm jade, worth a fortune. There were only two pieces in the world—one in the Turner family’s possession, and the other missing without a trace.

The Turner family patriarch had carved the Fortune Jade’s prototype based on the shape of that jade.

For generations, the Turners had been designers and master carvers. The old master had later passed the piece to Roger, who added his own carvings, before it was handed down to the family’s most talented designer—Kevin.

Kevin completed the Fortune Jade’s carving and design.

It was a masterpiece that carried the wisdom of three generations of the Turner family—unique and priceless.

And now, because of this partnership, it was in the hands of the Morris family.

Who wouldn’t be jealous?

Angela helped Grandma Morris onto the square. Flashbulbs popped in their direction.

"Madam," a reporter called out, "we’ve heard that the Turner family has gifted the heirloom Fortune Jade to the Morris family. Is that true?"

Grandma Morris exchanged a glance with Angela, a gleam flashing in her eyes before she solemnly replied, "Of course. The Morris family would never lie about something like this."

The crowd erupted. "Then can we see the Fortune Jade today?"

"Certainly," Grandma Morris said. "Mr. Kevin Turner couldn’t bear to let such a treasure sit in silence, unknown to the world. He entrusted us to reveal it to everyone today. Don’t worry—the Morris family has arranged for just that."

"That’s fantastic!"

"Totally worth coming here today."

"I even brought an ultra–high–definition camera. I’m definitely getting exclusive footage..."

The reporters were buzzing with excitement. Someone asked again, "Grandma Morris, is the Fortune Jade with you right now?"

A flicker of darkness passed through Grandma Morris’s eyes, quickly replaced by the smug confidence of someone who believed they had already won. Lifting her chin proudly, she began—

...

Not far away.

Logan parked the car, just in time to catch Grandma Morris’s words.

Selina arched a brow. Looked like the big fish had taken the bait—diving headfirst into the net without even realizing it.

"Mrs. Reid." Logan’s voice cut in just as Selina reached for the door.

She turned back.

His fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel, his tone steady and cool. Even though it carried a casual air, there was an unmistakable authority behind it.

Word by word, he said, "Behind you, aside from the Turner family, you also have me."

"If the Turner family can’t handle something, you can still come to me."

So don’t worry. Don’t be afraid. You have people standing behind you now. You’re no longer alone, and neither was Victoria. Go and take back what belongs to you—what belongs to both of you.

Selina’s heart skipped a beat. "Alright."

...

Angela, consumed by jealousy and resentment, glared at the scene. Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms, rage flooding her mind.

Selina—this is all your fault! If you hadn’t come forward to expose me back then, I wouldn’t have targeted you. Every bit of this is on you!

With that thought, Angela discreetly tugged on Grandma Morris’s sleeve.

Grandma Morris caught on immediately. "The Fortune Jade... Well, Selina is the lead on this collaboration, so of course Young Master Turner entrusted it to her. Please, everyone, wait a moment—Selina has just arrived."

The Fortune Jade is with Selina?!

In the next instant, every head turned, every gaze locking onto Selina.

Someone couldn’t wait. "Miss Clark, do you really have the Fortune Jade with you?"

"We’ve heard Young Master Turner treasures it so much that he specifically requested it be showcased today. You must have brought it, right?"

Angela chimed in with a sweet smile, "Don’t be impatient, everyone. I’m sure my dear sister Selina will keep her word. Selina, we’ve already arranged security—so you can safely bring out the Fortune Jade for display!"

Grandma Morris added, her voice carrying a note of haughty disdain, "That’s right. Many people came today just to see the Fortune Jade. Don’t mess it up."

Selina halted mid-step and suddenly turned her gaze on them.

The depth in her eyes made both Grandma Morris and Angela’s hearts jolt, a cold wave of dread rising from the soles of their feet.

Angela stumbled slightly, startled, but quickly reassured herself. What had they said that was wrong? If Selina couldn’t produce the Fortune Jade, that was her own problem. No one knew Angela had taken it in Selina’s place.

"Selina..."

"Since you know everyone is here for the Fortune Jade..."

Selina lifted her head abruptly, cutting Angela off, her tone dripping with meaning. "Then what are you two doing up there—putting on a circus act?"

...

The crowd fell into an odd, heavy silence.

Well... she had a point.

This was the launch of the new jewelry line, and Selina was the project lead. Even if the Fortune Jade were to be displayed, it would naturally be in her possession.

What did Angela and Grandma Morris have to do with it? What exactly were they doing standing up on that stage?