Chapter 161

Chapter 161:

Susan’s temper flared the moment she heard the rumors. Without a second thought, she grabbed her phone and called Madisyn. “Madisyn, I can’t believe these people are dragging your name through the mud like this! That’s it. I’m going to the reunion, and I’m going to give them a piece of my mind!” she huffed, determined to stand up for her friend.

Madisyn, however, wasn’t as ruffled. They both knew the source of the rumors—it was Jenna and her clique, the usual suspects. But since Susan was set on going, Madisyn decided to join her. After all, it might turn out to be more fun than she expected.

“Alright, I’m coming with you.”

“Let’s dress to the nines and make sure we hit them where it hurts,” Susan said with fiery determination.

Madisyn chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Sounds like a plan.”

The day of the reunion arrived, and Susan showed up early at the venue, filled with anticipation. Unexpectedly, the first person she ran into was someone she hadn’t seen in a long time—Giana.

Giana’s eyes widened in shock. Susan had undergone a complete transformation. She wore a crisp white suit dress that exuded sophistication and elegance. Around her neck was the limited-edition diamond necklace from Cavo, its brilliance elevating her already refined appearance. She looked like royalty.

Giana couldn’t suppress the jealousy bubbling inside her. Susan had blossomed into a beautiful woman, far beyond what she had expected. But when Giana noticed the necklace adorning Susan’s neck, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She sauntered over, her tone dripping with false warmth.

“Susan, long time no see. You’re looking more beautiful than ever. But you might want to take off that necklace.”

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“Why?” Susan asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

Giana smiled condescendingly. “Susan, you might not realize how much that necklace is worth. Madisyn’s biological parents are farmers. They couldn’t possibly afford something so expensive. Obviously, that necklace is a fake. If you wear it to the reunion, you’ll definitely be laughed at.”

As her words hung in the air, a sudden gasp echoed from behind them. Startled, they both turned to see a foreign woman, her eyes wide with excitement as she stared intently at Susan. Without hesitation, the woman hurried over, her gaze fixed on the necklace.

“Miss, is that necklace yours?”

“Yes, it is,” Susan replied cautiously, curiosity piqued.

“I’ve been searching for this necklace everywhere! My friend is terribly ill, and she adores this piece. It would mean the world to her if I could get it for her. Would you consider selling it to me? I can offer you double the price—two million dollars.”

Susan’s eyebrows shot up. The necklace had originally sold for just one million dollars.

Giana shook her head, still convinced it was a counterfeit.

“Sorry, ma’am, but this necklace isn’t the real deal,” Giana interjected.

The foreign woman looked puzzled. “Is that so? May I see it up close?” she asked, extending her hand.

Without hesitation, Susan unfastened the necklace and handed it over, her confidence unwavering. The woman examined it carefully, her fingers tracing its intricate details. Meanwhile, Giana tugged at Susan’s arm and whispered, “I told you, wearing that fake necklace is only going to give you grief. People will think you’re trying too hard. Maybe you should keep it in your purse tonight.”

Susan remained silent, watching the woman appraise the necklace. Gradually, the excitement on the woman’s face morphed into seriousness.

Feeling sorry for Susan, Giana shook her head, certain that the woman had realized the necklace was fake.

“Miss, why did you lie to me?” the woman asked sharply, her eyes narrowing at Giana with a mix of disappointment and disbelief. “This necklace is genuine. I’ve been a jewelry appraiser for years, and I can guarantee with absolute certainty that this is authentic.”

Giana’s smug smile faltered, then vanished altogether. She was shocked.

Ignoring Giana, the woman turned back to Susan, her excitement returning. “So, are you willing to sell it to me?” she asked eagerly.

Susan hesitated and sent a message to Madisyn. It had been a gift from her, after all.

A moment later, Madisyn replied, “I gave it to you, so it’s yours. You can do whatever you like with it.”

Susan, touched by Madisyn’s words, agreed to sell the necklace for its original price, though the woman insisted on paying double.

“Thank you, my dear friend. Goodbye,” the woman said, cheerfully blowing a kiss to Susan before striding away.

Giana felt dizzy. The necklace she had long coveted was, in fact, real.

Susan’s gaze turned ice-cold as she looked at Giana, stripping away her pride.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Giana cleared her throat and stammered, “Susan, aren’t Madisyn’s parents farmers? How could she afford a million-dollar necklace?”

“Madisyn has always been honest with us,” Susan replied firmly. “She would never give us anything fake. But you, Giana, you’ve only ever looked at her with suspicion.”

Susan’s voice was steady, her gaze filled with disappointment. “You’ve changed, Giana. I don’t like the new you. From now on, we’re no longer friends.”

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