CHAPTER 519: PASSING OFF THE INFERIOR AS SUPERIOR

Angela’s expression froze, but moments later she acted as though nothing had happened, wearing a gentle smile.

"Selina, you’re right. Then Grandma and I will step down first."

Selina nodded. "Mm, let’s begin."

Very quickly, Turner Group unveiled the new collection’s designs, which received unanimous praise.

Angela stared at Selina’s back, grinding her teeth. Fine, let her be arrogant for a little longer—soon enough, she would be ruined!

...

An Hour Later

The product presentation ended, and at last came the much-anticipated unveiling of the Fortune Jade.

Joe’s eyes were full of guilt and relief as he walked over to Selina.

"Selina, everyone’s waiting. Angela said the Fortune Jade is with you. Shouldn’t you..."

"Angela said it’s with me, and you just believe her?" Selina sneered.

Joe was visibly taken aback, embarrassed at being contradicted. As a son, he had never dared oppose Grandma Morris, and naturally assumed his wife and daughter should also obey.

But Selina’s repeated defiance made him lose face. His cheeks reddened.

"Angela is your sister—would she lie to me? What benefit would she get? Hurry up, stop being willful!"

Angela stepped forward with a tone of helplessness.

"Dad, you’re being too harsh on Sis. Selina, everyone’s waiting for us. Please don’t be stubborn, okay? If something goes wrong and Young Master Turner gets upset, what if he cancels the cooperation?"

"You might not care about yourself, but you should think about the Morris Family."

Selina curved her lips into a faint smile.

"Right now? You’re sure you want the Fortune Jade unveiled?"

Angela took it as a sign Selina was frightened.

"Of course! Selina, are you stalling for time? Why won’t you show it—unless the Fortune Jade..."

"If everyone’s so eager to see it, then let them see."

Selina produced a box and suddenly smiled.

"But this is what you’ve all been asking for. If anything unpleasant happens afterward, don’t blame anyone else."

She wondered whether the Morris Family was ready for the storm that was about to break over their heads.

Grandma Morris didn’t think twice.

"If I told you to bring it out, then bring it out!"

Selina nodded, her gaze on Grandma Morris as cold as if she were already looking at a corpse.

Moments later, everyone held their breath as Selina lifted a plain wooden box and slowly opened the lid.

Angela’s smile spread wider and wider—until...

Inside was revealed a gleaming jade-green Fortune Jade.

It was made from flawless glassy jadeite, yet unlike most jade, it carried a trace of warmth rather than icy coldness. On its surface were carved the Turner Group family crest and vine-like motifs—ancient and dignified.

Carving on jadeite of this quality was notoriously difficult; its hardness meant even the slightest error could shatter the stone. Yet this Fortune Jade’s craftsmanship was seamless, almost otherworldly.

The crowd gasped, awestruck.

"As expected of the Turner family... Today the world knows them as a family of artists and designers, but in fact, their mastery of jade carving is just as extraordinary."

"Everyone knows Kevin, the world-famous designer, but before him, the Turners were celebrated worldwide for their jade carvings."

"You can clearly see the touch of three generations here—the old master, the family head, and finally Kevin himself. Each left their unique mark, yet the styles merge perfectly."

"I heard this Fortune Jade was a special gift to Miss Clark? This entire collaboration was granted only because of her. The Morris Group really owes her immense gratitude!"

"Chairman Morris, I truly envy you. A daughter like this, and a wife like Mrs. Victoria—you’re a man who has it all!"

"Miss Clark is incredible."

"The Morris Family has a bright future ahead. Congratulations, Chairman Morris, congratulations, Madam Morris..."

Compliment after compliment poured in, but instead of joy, the faces of the Morris Family grew darker and darker.

Especially Angela.

She and Selina looked identical, they were sisters—so why was everyone praising Selina as the future of the Morris Family? What about her?!

Once again, Selina had outshone her.

But then...

Angela clenched her teeth, a twisted delight rising from the depths of her heart.

Because none of these people knew—the Fortune Jade Selina had presented was a fake!

She gave a subtle signal to a few men in the crowd, and they nodded in response.

Joe looked at the Fortune Jade, then at Selina. Guilt washed over him again.

It seemed Selina truly had the Morris Family’s best interest at heart. And Victoria’s too. He, as a father, had failed them both. If Selina would just keep being so obedient, so willing to help the Morris Family, then maybe he could...

"No! That’s not right!"

A sharp male voice suddenly cut through the chorus of flattery, ringing in everyone’s ears.

"This isn’t the Turner family’s Fortune Jade at all. It’s a fake! You’ve all been deceived!"

...

A fake?!

Everyone was stunned, the atmosphere frozen in shock. All eyes snapped toward Selina.

Wait—fake?

Had Selina actually dared to use a counterfeit in place of the Turner family’s heirloom? Impossible! Was she insane?!

Angela furrowed her brows, feigning indignation.

"This piece belongs to the Turner family. How could my sister ever use it to make a mockery? Who are you? Did a rival company send you? On what grounds do you claim the Fortune Jade is fake?"

Then she turned back, pretending to comfort her sister like a good little sibling.

"Don’t worry, Selina. We won’t believe this man’s nonsense."

Selina’s lips curved slightly.

The man declared again, righteous and unyielding: "Miss Morris, I only speak because I don’t want you all to be deceived. I can prove this Fortune Jade is fake. No matter how finely it’s carved, it’s still an industrial product, not hand-crafted. The difference from the Turner heirloom is like night and day!"

"Though the jade is indeed glassy jadeite, and the carving decent, there are still clear signs of machine work. Look at the rounded corners—how could manual carving achieve such perfect curves? And most importantly—the true Turner heirloom is made of top-grade warm white jade, not glassy jadeite!"

"Selina, you’re taking advantage of the Turner family’s absence today, and of the Morris Family’s trust in you, to pass off a fake as the real thing! But I couldn’t stand by—I had to expose you!"

"So please, Chairman Morris, Madam Morris, believe me. You don’t want to offend the Turner family just because of Selina’s greed!"

...

The words landed like thunder. Faces went pale, breaths were sucked in sharply.

It all sounded so reasonable...

If Selina had really tried to deceive them like this, then wasn’t the Morris Family utterly doomed?