The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: It’s Actually Genuine_1

Ghania Quinlan hadn’t spoken yet when someone in Class B started murmuring softly, ”If what she’s wearing isn’t a fake, could she possibly afford the real thing?”

Seeing this, Jhovany Sullivan pulled Nathalie Quinlan to one side, ”Nathalie, let it go, I’m fine.”

The bracelet was a gift from Nathalie Quinlan. Whether it was a fake or real, in her heart it was a treasure. She wasn’t afraid of losing face herself, she just feared that Nathalie would be ridiculed by Ghania and her group for her sake.

When the people from Class B saw her pulling on Nathalie, they immediately laughed with contempt, ”Look, she herself admits she’s wearing a fake, and you’re still here speaking up for her. Wearing a fake is not shameful, after all, she can’t afford the real thing. She was wearing a fake first, Ghania saw it wrong, thinking it was her own seven, can Ghania be blamed?”

This statement made it seem as if Ghania wasn’t wrong to accuse someone of being a thief without any evidence.

Nathalie let out a snort of laughter, her eyebrows sharply angled and somewhat irritated. Her dark eyes fixed on the girl who spoke, and she said coldly, ”You recognize seven’s products?”

”I...” The girl was overwhelmed by her aura, and didn’t continue.

A moment later, she realized why she would feel guilty about it.

She raised her chest again, defiantly saying, ”I haven’t bought any, but at least I know about seven, their family’s stuff is very expensive, Jhovany Sullivan definitely can’t afford it.”

”Heh.” Nathalie’s eyes crinkled at the corners and she put one hand in her pocket, a touch of mockery in her tone, ”You dare to judge the authenticity of something you’ve never even bought. According to your logic, luxury brands wouldn’t need authentication agencies; they could just ask you to take a look.”

The girl’s face flushed with embarrassment, burning hot.

”She was wearing a fake anyway, there’s no way she could have been wearing the real thing.”

”Then I’ll show you what real is.”

Nathalie walked over, grabbed Jhovany Sullivan’s hand, pulled up her school uniform sleeve, and exposed the bracelet for everyone to see clearly.

”As everyone knows, seven’s products all have a tag, and their brand’s signature is on the pendant at the very bottom of the chain.”

Before she could finish, someone in Class B interjected dismissively, ”Fakes can have signatures too, nowadays what fake doesn’t do that.”

Nathalie glanced at her and said coolly, ”seven’s products can be highly imitated, except for one series that can’t be duplicated.”

Ghania felt a jolt in her heart.

Then she heard the girl’s clear, indifferent voice, ”Their family’s S series can’t be forged by anyone. Because S has a habit, she likes to place a small tag on her creations, and if you examine her work closely you’ll find her own signature...”

”That can still be imitated...”

Nathalie curled her lips, her light laughter tinged with mockery, casually finding the tag S on Jhovany Sullivan’s bracelet.

In front of everyone, she tilted it in the sunlight at a 45° angle.

The fine signature S on the bracelet reflected the sunlight, transforming into another letter—N.

”Do you see? S’s work can’t be copied by anyone, because no one has the technology to duplicate it.” Her dark eyes mocked the crowd, particularly Ghania, ”Don’t you know S in person and even had dinner with her? Don’t you know about her habit?”

Ghania’s delicate features turned pale, and her palms nearly drew blood as she desperately bit her lip.

She couldn’t possibly afford S’s products, how could she know about the high-end series from seven having such a security code-like feature?

Now the faces of the people in Class B turned awkward.

No one had expected that the designer bracelet Jhovany Sullivan was wearing was actually genuine.