She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

A guy with bleached blond hair chimed in, “If you ask me, piano is a high art. It’s not something just any nouveau riche can dabble in.”

A fresh wave of snickers filled the private room.

Sybil waved her hand with feigned generosity. “Alright, alright, everyone, let’s not be like that. Even though Loyce didn’t make it past the auditions, her courage is admirable. I’m sure she’ll succeed one day.”

“If that were me, I’d be too ashamed to even leave the house.” Yuna covered her mouth, laughing theatrically. “But some people have no shame. Failing the audition and still daring to show up at an exclusive party like this.”

The laughter in the room grew louder. A few of the rich kids exchanged mocking glances, and one even nudged a glass of wine toward Loyce, implying she should drown her sorrows.

Yorick had heard enough. He slammed his glass down on the table, his eyes dark. “That’s enough.”

The laughter died instantly.

Yorick poured a glass of juice and walked over to Loyce, taking the wine glass from her hand. “You look tired. You shouldn’t drink; it’ll only wear you out more. How about some orange juice?”

Loyce accepted the juice. “Thanks.”

Yorick nodded, resting a hand lightly on the back of her chair as he scanned the room. “Everyone I invite here is my friend. Loyce is my friend. If you can’t get along, I don’t mind showing you the door early.”

No one had expected Yorick to defend Loyce, and the move left Sybil utterly humiliated. She looked down, pretending to smooth her dress to hide the venom in her eyes.

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When Sybil looked up again, her face was adorned with a gentle, perfectly composed smile. “Yorick is right. We’re all friends here. There’s no need for unpleasantness.”

Yuna, taking the hint, quickly changed the subject. “Weren’t we supposed to have a yacht party? When are we heading out?”

“The yacht is ready,” Yorick said. “You can all go ahead.”

He then turned to Loyce. “But Ms. Lonsdale, could you wait a moment? I have a favor to ask.”

Loyce nodded. “No problem.”

Seeing that Yorick was about to leave alone with Loyce, Sybil couldn’t hold back any longer and stood up. “Yorick, where are you taking her? Is there somewhere the rest of us can’t go?”

The others glanced between Loyce and Sybil, sensing a juicy piece of gossip. Someone seized the chance to joke, “Yeah, are you ditching our beautiful Sybil for a private rendezvous with Ms. Lonsdale? When did your taste become so… unique, Mr. Winslet?”

Sybil looked wounded, her eyes fixed on Yorick. “So it’s a private date? I suppose I shouldn’t have stayed.”

“Yorick, you have to explain!” Yuna said, flustered. “You can’t really be going on a date with Loyce, can you? You’ve only met once!”

Loyce raised an eyebrow. “I’d also like to know. What exactly do you need my help with?”

Yorick sighed, finally revealing his reason. “My grandmother is a collector and loves to buy antiques. Recently, she acquired a set of ancient Roman jewelry, thousands of years old, which she planned to donate to a

museum. But the museum’s appraiser claims it’s a fake. We brought in other experts, and they all said the same thing.”

Loyce’s eyebrow rose a little higher. “How much did she pay for it?”

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“A hundred million,” Yorick replied.

The number sent a collective gasp through the room of wealthy heirs.

Loyce sighed inwardly. No wonder Yorick was so persistent. A hundred million was a staggering amount to lose on a forgery.

Sybil couldn’t resist speaking up. “Yorick, you should leave professional matters to the professionals. If several experts have already deemed it a fake, their word is final. What good will asking my cousin do?”

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