Chapter 147
Loyce followed Yorick back to the Winslet estate.
The mansion was perched on the edge of a bay, its entire structure built from pure white marble. The arched dome was inlaid with a wave pattern made of sapphires.
As they stepped into the grand hall, a massive crystal chandelier refracted the light, casting shimmering patterns across the room and making it feel like an undersea palace. Oil paintings of the Winslet Family’s ocean liners from different eras adorned the walls, each one a estament to the history of their shipping empire.
‘My grandmother is waiting for us in the vault,” Yorick said, leading Loyce down a long corridor. Through the floor–to–ceiling windows on either side, she could see a private marina where dozens of luxury yachts gleamed under the moonlight.
Inside the vault, a silver–haired woman was sighing in front of an open safe. When she saw Loyce, her weary eyes instantly lit up. “Are you the young lady who identified the fake jewelry at the Langley’s? Please, have a seat!”
Loyce greeted her politely, but her attention was immediately captured by the jewelry set in the safe. It was an ancient Roman suite of gold, with a central pigeon’s blood ruby that seemed to glow with a liquid fire under the lights.
“This is it!” Elise, the Winslet matriarch, carefully removed the jewelry. “All those experts said the gem’s cut is too modern, that it must be a forgery…”
Loyce slipped on a pair of white gloves and picked up a magnifying glass for a closer look. Her fingertips traced the surface of the gemstone, then paused at a minuscule groove.
“It’s not a fake,” she declared, her voice firm. “This is genuine. And it’s
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worth far more than a hundred million.”
Elise’s coffee cup slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. Her voice trembled with excitement. “You’re saying… it’s real? And those experts…”
“They made a common mistake,” Loyce explained, holding the gemstone up to the light. “Look here. You can see subtle marks from secondary tooling. But this isn’t modern craftsmanship. It’s a secret restoration technique from the Renaissance, used by the Medici family. Anyone unfamiliar with that period of history would mistake it for a fake.”
Loyce continued, “Florentine artisans invented this special cutting method to repair ancient Roman jewelry. The technique was later lost, so modern appraisers mistake its features for signs of a forgery.”
Yorick stood by, watching as Loyce explained, completely captivated by her intelligence and beauty. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Elise, of course, noticed her grandson’s starry–eyed gaze and immediately understood his feelings.
When Loyce finished her explanation, she asked gently, “Are there any other questions?”
Elise shook her head, her voice filled with relief. “I knew I wasn’t swindled! This is a priceless treasure. But how could a young woman like you know something that all those masters missed?”
Loyce smiled. “I enjoy reading, and I’ve studied jewelry quite a bit.”
‘Also,” she added, “this piece needs to be kept at a constant temperature of around twenty degrees Celsius. The other items in your vault have different requirements, so it would be best to store them separately.”
Just as she finished speaking, a butler appeared at the door. “Madam, the appraiser from the Metropia Museum has arrived.”
Elise explained, “After the experts from the Newbrook Museum called it a fake and even offered to… dispose of it for me, I refused and brought it
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