With a sharp clink, a gold bracelet fell onto the table. The sound startled everyone, and my brow furrowed. It seemed like she had everything nned out perfectly. 1


    Leah''s eyes lit up with excitement. "Look, this is my bracelet!" She reached for it, but I quickly grabbed her hand, not wanting her to mess with any potential fingerprints. "Leah, are you sure this is your bracelet? Maybe you should take a closer look."


    The students watching grew even more excited, shouting, "Whoa, get this on video!" They were already recording the scene from multiple angles.


    Leah hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback. "I already told you, it''s the birthday gift my mom gave me. How could I possibly be mistaken?"


    As she spoke, I took another careful look at the bracelet.


    It was a current season design, but under the lights, I noticed the color was slightly off, almost a dull greenish hue. A genuine Cartier piece, especially if well-cared for, wouldn''t look like this. My suspicion was growing stronger. The professor''s face had darkened, and she seemed ready to burst. "Evelyn, if you stole the bracelet, just admit it. The evidence is right here. What more is there to argue?"


    I nced at the crowd-they all had varying expressions-and casually grabbed a tissue to pick up the bracelet. I inspected the inside, barely holding back augh. "Leah, it looks like the bracelet your mom gave you is a knockoff." Her face went pale instantly. She lunged to grab the bracelet, but I swiftly stepped aside, avoiding her.


    So impatient.


    "What are you doing, Evelyn? Give me back the bracelet!" She red at me, her voice on the verge of cracking like she was about to cry.


    What a pitiful act. I couldn''t help but scoff. If you were going to frame someone, at least use the real thing.


    I held up the bracelet. "You say this is yours, right? Then tell me what''s the serial number on it?"


    Her face flushed deep red, and for several moments, she couldn''te up with a reply.


    Finally, after what felt like ages, she blurted, "3... 54... 6."


    As soon as she said it, a few people in the crowd couldn''t suppress theirughter.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    I chuckled too. "Leah, Cartier doesn''t use numbers like that for their codes. Wearing fake goods is never a good look. You should take better care of your things next time."


    The moment I mentioned the bracelet was a fake, the crowd swarmed closer to get a better look.


    Upon closer inspection, the inside of the bracelet had no proper serial number, nor did it carry Cartier''s signature "Carlive" stamp Instead, there was a tiny engraving that read "Nend Jewelry".


    The crowd erupted inughter, and their once sympathetic looks toward Leah quickly turned into mocking stares.


    Realizing she had just shot herself in the foot, Leah angrily pped the bracelet out of my hand. "This isn''t mine! I don''t wear fake stuff!"


    Despite her words, she conveniently stopped talking about finding her bracelet and turned to leave.


    I grabbed her arm and threw her earlier words back at her. "How could you not recognize such an expensive bracelet? And the one your mom gave you for your birthday, no less-how could you confuse it with a fake?"