With Celeste’s birthday around the corner, Be dove into her white- cor job during the day and


    locked herself in the room at night to make a birthday gift for Celeste.


    She crafted a ring made of 18K gold, aquamarine, and diamonds.


    The craftsmanship was not tooplex for a top-notch jewelry designer like her, but the aquamarine


    was huge and high in purity. It was exceptional in quality, and the value rivaled the most precious


    stones.


    Be never scrimped on gifts for family. She dedicated a lot of time and effort to gifting.


    In the past, Justin had been a recipient of her gifts.


    However, the man had never given a shit about her kind gestures.


    Her phone on the table showed a video call request. Sliva, the chief of her jewelry studio, was calling.


    “You must have an emergency if you’re calling at this hour,” Be said while grinding the gemstone.


    “Do you remember Tyler, Alexa?” Sliva asked.


    “I do. He was my apprentice for three years and started afresh elsewhere. He’s a talented young man


    with an eye for craftsmanship. What’s up?”


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    “Someone contacted him two days ago, requesting that he imitate your jewelry piece. Ha! Isn’t that


    infuriating? You can expect knockoffs of your work everywhere if you get yourself out in the market.”


    Be did not mind it at all. Without stopping the task at hand, Be said cheerfully, “It’s nothing to be


    angry about. I’m amazing. When people can’t acquire my pieces, they have to buy fakes for vanity’s


    sake.”


    “Tyler couldn’t get in touch with you, so he came to me. He doesn’t want to ept the job. It’s not like


    he dares to, either. Counterfeits are an insult to the designer. He will be insulting you by copying your


    work.”


    Sliva burned with injustice for Be.


    Be was curious. “Just a question. Who asked him to forge my work? It must take a lot of resources


    and connections to find out that he was my apprentice.”


    “I don’t know how Tyler met the person. He said that the girl was an heiress from Savrow. I believe


    she’s a Hoffman.”


    Be was speechless.


    “That reminds me. She’s also a student of Christian, the famous pianist.”


    Be blinked wittily.


    Oh, so that was what happened.


    Since Bethany and Zoe were asking for it, Be did not mind giving it to them.


    “Sliva, tell Tyler that I want him to ept the order from Ms. Hoffman.” Be’s eyes glistened with


    cheekiness.


    “Huh? Why?” Sliva was confused.


    “He better take the job and make it look like my work. Don’t embarrass me.”


    Five dayster, Justin received news the moment he got off of a corporate meeting.


    Ada, who had not budged so far, just said yes.


    “What’s going on?” Hiding his emotions behind his eyes, Justin stood behind a window. His presence


    was intimidating.


    Justin nced indifferently at him. “Ha. It must be a fake.”


    “Um… I don’t know about that, but Ada is a jewelry collector. She should be able to determine the


    authenticity.”


    “Be should know about this by now,” Justin murmured under his breath, his eyes downcast.


    Now that Bethany had the deal in the bag, Justin would find himself in a storm of power struggles and


    trouble more than Be.


    Still, Be’s situation consumed Justin, while his own troubles were the least of his worries.


    “Given up? That’s impossible.”


    Justin’s eyes were half closed as restlessness washed over him.


    Others might have given up by now, but Be is not a quitter. She’s probably lying low. I’m sure she has


    a n up her sleeve.”


    Bethany had nothing on his witty wife.


    Correction. It should be his ex-wife now.


    Somehow, Justin felt his chest ache.