CHAPTER 523: BEATING THE VILLAINS AT THEIR OWN GAME

The more Angela thought about it, the more sense it made. She pieced together the idea in her head—

Kevin had privately invited Selina to his studio and handed her a Fortune Jade.

But what if Kevin had disliked Selina from the start, and the piece he gave her was a fake all along?!

Damn it! She understood now—Kevin’s real target had always been Selina. So why should she be the one taking the blame for that bitch?

Kevin sneered. "What’s wrong, nothing left to say?"

Angela’s face went pale, her lips trembling. She was about to speak when Kevin suddenly barked:

"Morris Family went to great lengths to secure a partnership with Turner Group, and Turner Group gave you that chance. But the one thing you should never have done was try to pass off a fake as our family’s heirloom! Don’t tell me you didn’t know—my grandfather despised white jade. When he selected the material for the original Fortune Jade, the first thing he rejected was white jade!"

The so-called Fortune Jade before them was pure white jade, the finest quality.

But old Mr. Turner had never liked it.

And since this piece was supposed to represent the Turner family’s heirloom, of course the design would have followed his preference.

If he didn’t like white jade, then why would it have been carved from white jade?

That alone proved it was a fake!

Joe’s knees nearly buckled. He never imagined things could spiral into this disaster. His throat was dry and bitter. "Mr. Turner, there must be some kind of mistake. Angela... Angela would never do such a thing."

Then he turned toward his daughter. "Angela, explain yourself! What’s really going on with this Fortune Jade?"

Angela was on the verge of losing her mind. If she admitted she’d impersonated Selina to get the jade, everyone would despise her. But if she didn’t... then how could she explain it?

At last, under the pressure of the murmuring crowd and Kevin’s scornful stare, her legs gave out. Trembling, she blurted:

"N-No! It’s not a fake! Mr. Turner, you—you gave this Fortune Jade to me yourself. Have you forgotten?"

That was exactly what Kevin had been waiting for.

His lips curved in a mocking smile, his voice dripping with meaning. "Miss Morris, what nonsense are you spouting? I clearly gave the Fortune Jade to Selina. How could it possibly have been you?"

Selina stood off to the side, arms folded across her chest, watching the scene like it was the best show of the evening.

Yes. The person who’d gone to Kevin’s studio and taken the jade had been ’Selina’ from start to finish.

Angela had chosen to pretend to be Selina—so in everyone’s eyes, it could only have been Selina.

Kevin pressed further: "Three days ago, everyone in my studio saw Miss Clark come and take the Fortune Jade I gave her. When exactly did you, Miss Morris, ever set foot in my studio? And when did you supposedly receive the Fortune Jade?"

"Morris Chairman, forging a fake heirloom and passing it off as ours is one thing—but now you’re trying to dump the blame on me?"

Joe shook his head frantically. "N-No, Angela didn’t mean it like that..."

But then Angela met Kevin’s gaze, and her pupils shrank. It was like all the pieces suddenly snapped into place.

—Kevin had never been targeting Selina by giving her a fake.

—He’d known all along it was Angela pretending to be Selina who came to his studio. That’s why he’d handed her the fake!

—Kevin had planned this from the very beginning, setting her up to end up in this impossible situation with no way to explain herself!

Angela’s entire body went cold, sweat pouring down her back. Desperate, she pulled out her phone.

"I—I have proof! I was at the studio that day. I even made a phone call..."

But then she froze.

No. Wait.

That day at the studio, when they’d asked her name, she had said she was Selina. Even the phone number she left behind was Selina’s.

Even if there was surveillance footage, it wouldn’t matter. She and Selina looked identical—the cameras wouldn’t be able to tell them apart.

And as long as Kevin stuck to his story... she was finished.

Angela shook like a leaf in the wind, her voice cracking.

"N-No... no... it’s not like that..."

"It seems Miss Morris has run out of excuses," Kevin’s voice cut like a blade. "Chairman Morris, is this really the ’responsible leader’ you put your faith in? A master liar who thought she could deceive even me? The Turner family’s true heirloom Fortune Jade is carved from imperial green glass jade, not some cheap imitation!"

"My grandfather adored jadeite—never white jade. Next time Miss Morris decides to spin a story, perhaps she should first bother to ask what the Turner family actually favors!"

Jadeite?!

Everyone immediately recalled the jade Selina had presented earlier—imperial green glass jade...

Yet the entire Morris Family had insisted it was a fake.

Angela’s panic deepened. Her face was bloodless, and a voice inside her screamed: It’s over. I’m finished.

But how? No—it couldn’t be true! Selina’s Fortune Jade couldn’t possibly have been the Turner heirloom. Impossible!!

Kevin didn’t so much as acknowledge Angela’s terror. His voice rang out cold and clear:

"Chairman Morris, I want to know—where is the Turner family’s real heirloom now?"

The whole crowd froze, and in the next instant, all eyes swung toward Joe.

If Selina’s jade had been genuine, then that had to be the true heirloom.

But just a moment ago...

Joe’s mind blanked, dread crawling up his spine. He stammered, "Th-The jadeite Fortune Jade... it’s with Selina..."

Yes, that was it—with Selina...

"Is Chairman Morris having memory problems?" Selina’s calm, cutting voice came from the crowd as she stepped forward. Her eyes gleamed with mocking clarity. "How could the Turner heirloom possibly still be in my possession? Didn’t Chairman Morris himself smash it to pieces after Angela ’proved’ it was a fake?"

She shifted slightly to the side, revealing the shattered remains—three fragments of imperial green jade. Her tone was steady, deadly calm, each word a dagger:

"There. Right here."

The crowd stared at the broken jade, speechless, instinctively stepping back from Joe as if he carried a plague.

Three seconds later, the murmurs exploded—

"Wait—so the shattered jade on the floor... that was the Turner family heirloom all along?!"

"I remember—it was Joe who smashed it!"

"Joe destroyed the Turner family’s heirloom... Forget cooperation. The Turners will tear Morris Group apart for this!"

"How could he?! I clearly recall Selina trying to stop him, but he insisted on having his way. And this is the chairman of Morris Group? They might as well declare bankruptcy!"

"Is the entire Morris Family brain-dead? Angela already impersonated Selina before—it was a huge scandal—yet they still treat that fraud like treasure."

"And now, they trusted Angela with a fake while rejecting the real heirloom Selina held. Joe and Grandma Morris must have lost their minds! They’ve let a pretender ruin the entire Morris Family."

"Didn’t Grandma Morris call Angela the family’s ’lucky star’? Please. More like the family’s curse. I’d bet Angela’s been scheming behind Selina’s back this whole time—talking about sisterly harmony while using every dirty trick she can."