My Sugar Baby Betrayed Me, So I Took Everything Back

The owner of the jeweler called me personally, his voice shaking：

“Ms. Pruitt, among the pieces your assistant sent in for maintenance, one of the custom rings is a fake……”

I set down the documents in my hand, my voice cold enough to freeze bone：

“Trace it. Every piece has a unique serial number. Find the last transaction or service record, wherever it was.”

The answer came fast.

One month ago, in Southport, a young woman had worn the ring to a jewelry auction.

The auction house had cleaned and serviced it free of charge. It was all on file.