The True Heiress Slays (Quiana) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

True to its name, the e cold emerald was frigid as ice to t sounded like a legend.

the touch. Carved directly from ice, the idea of jade forming within i

With her older brother inheriting the family business, Sofia showed interest in her parents‘ craft, picking up the fundamentals.

Initially, she knew nothing about the cold emerald, until one day when, hungry and rummaging in the fridge, she found green stone encased in ice.

Curious, she grabbed a hammer and smashed it, accidentally chipping away its edge just as her father walked in. He stared at her, hammer in hand, shards of ice on the floor, before sweeping her up and giving her a stinging reminder.

When her mother returned that evening. Sofia ran to her, sobbing. Her mother, upon seeing the shattered ice and its contents, swiftly delivered yet another spanking.

Her parents‘ hands were sore by the end of the day. Only then, amid Sofia’s teary, bewildered cries, did her parents, in fits of fury and regret, finally explain the truth.

Cold emerald was born beneath layers of ice, forming g over countless years. It was priceless–so rare that there wasn’t even a market for it. Back then, even a single ring–sized shard was valued in the billions.

That emerald had been loaned from her mother’s friend, an antique collector. When an urgent matter came, she stashed the gem into the fridge.

With Sofia at school, her mother couldn’t deliver the warning in person, so she scribbled a note on the fridge, warning he not to touch it.

When Sofia opened the refrigerator, she barely skimmed the message before diving into her impulsive investigation

The incident almost ruined the Will family, a painfully unforgettable lesson. From then on, Sofia buried herself in her mother’s antique books, arming herself with knowledge to avoid such mistakes in the future.

At present, Sofia’s eyes fell upon a sword–shaped hairpin made from cold emerald. Its length and the finely polished areas

led its true worth. With it was a box, carved from sandalwood more than a century old.

“That’s a city’s worth of gift! This… Who has this much money?‘ she thought, bewildered.

After hearing Sofia’s story, Wendy shifted between confusion and shock. Thinking how Quiana had casually passed it to her made her hands quake.

With great caution, she took it back and declared, “I’ll return it to Quiana!”

Singing and dancing required intense energy and physical stamina, known as intensive training.

Steven had seen the girls work relentlessly through the first half of the month while their phones were taken away.

After talking it over with Ronan, he decided to give them a break, maybe with a walk or some lighthearted fun.

Quiana sat in the back of the spacious car, commanding the space as a subtle air of hostility clung to her. Everyone avoided her, thinking she was bad news.

The car felt empty, especially with several vehicles around. When Wendy entered and saw Quiana, she returned the hairpin while no one was present, exclaiming, “It’s far too valuable! I can’t accept it.”

1/3

Chapter 187

The box was sealed with an extra layer of plastic wraps. Quiana frowned as she declared, “It’s a gift, so it’s yours now.”

Wendy was stunned into silence. She had only mentioned a gift in passing, never expecting Quiana to give her something.

“But it’s really too much” Wendy replied, the hairpin burning to the touch.

Quiana furrowed her brows. “Isn’t it just some junk?” she remarked.

Wendy was left speechless once more. Sofia, who had just approached, overheard and almost lost her halance, stumbling

toward the car.

Junk? If cold emerald is considered junk, does that make every other gem trash? Her mind reeled.

“Today’s nothing special,” she remarked, her gaze flicking toward Wendy. “No need to be so formal.”

Sofia was struck wordless. Quiana smirked as she kicked back, crossing her legs lazily. She pulled a box from her bag, similar in size to Wendy’s, and tossed it to Sofia.

Instinctively, Sofia leaned forward to catch it. As realization struck her, her eyes widened. “Another sandalwood box?” She gasped, her voice quivering. “This is

Quiana’s gaze remained half–lidded, and she replied, “For you”

Sofia was stunned, glancing between the box in her hand and Wendy’s–both looking identical. That means Her mind raced, and she stammered, “It can’t be cold emerald, too, right?”

Quiana’s eyebrow arched, her smile teasing as she said, “Open it and find out.”

Sofia hesitated, but her curiosity won, her hands opening the box before she could stop herself.

Inside laid another hairpin–yet unlike the sword–shaped one, it was a winter rose, its form twisting like an actual branch.

The roses, carved with exquisite detail, bloomed in a pale pinkish–red hue. Red threads weaved through them, shimmering with breathtaking crystal clarity.

This is…” Sofia murmured, caressing the hairpin as she mentally rifled through every gem she had studied. Then, with a udden shiver, she gasped. “Red coral?”

That jewel, born from coral, wasn’t as precious as cold emerald but was just as rare. There was even an eerie tale that it was formed from coral blood–but whether corals could bleed, Sofia wasn’t so sure.

Sofia was certain she possibly held a city’s wealth. Yet, Quiana was casually handing the worth of two cities out.

Quickly, Sofia shoved it back into Quiana’s hands, saying, “This is too expensive! I can’t accept it”

Wendy mirrored her, echoing, I can’t either!”

Quiana fell silent. Just then, a message pinged on her phone. The car was devoid of

of cameras, and the first three rows were vacant. Plus, Sofia had a privacy screen on her phone.

Quiana casually took her phone out and checked the message, not avoiding the two beside her.

Edith had typed: [How does it feel, Lady Levine, to be unable to give your first gift! Frustrating, isn’t it?]