Chapter 388
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Chapter 388:
That necklace was not simply a piece of jewelry. It was the legendary Queen Marie’s necklace, a piece of history Gaston had acquired for her as a symbol of his absolute commitment. It was worth over thirty million dollars.
Victoria had not just stolen money. She had touched something sacred.
Jocelyn reached for her desk phone to call hotel security.
Her private cell phone vibrated on the desk.
A text message from Bella.
𝘕𝖾𝘸 𝖼𝗁𝗮𝘱𝗍e𝘳𝘀 𝘦𝘃е𝘳y w𝖾𝗲k o𝗻
Jocelyn opened it. There was no text — only a single screenshot. She tapped the image and it expanded to fill her screen.
It was an Instagram Story from Victoria Stein’s private account. The photo showed Victoria’s smirking face, and around her neck was the unmistakable, historic diamond necklace.
The caption read: Some gifts are just too perfect. A flawless surprise.
Bella’s follow-up text arrived a second later: Is this psychotic bitch wearing the necklace Gaston gave you p>
Jocelyn stared at the screen. She let out a low, dark laugh that contained absolutely no humor.
She could not believe the sheer, staggering stupidity of her cousin. Victoria was not just a thief — she was an arrogant idiot who had documented her own felony and published it to the internet.
Even through the cheap Paris filter, Jocelyn recognized the unique, custom design of the antique instantly.
She forwarded the screenshot directly to the hotel’s legal department.
Run a cloud forensics extraction on this image immediately, Jocelyn typed. Solidify the digital chain of evidence.
Miles away, in a trendy SoHo café.
Victoria sat at a small marble table, sipping an oat milk latte with a smug smile plastered across her face. Her phone buzzed continuously.
A socialite who usually ignored her at parties had just sent a direct message: Oh my god, Victoria! Is that from a Wall Street guy? Are you engaged?
Victoria’s chest swelled with sick pride. She typed back a vague, blushing response and let the rumors run wild.
She took another sip of her coffee, imagining Gaston seeing the photo — fantasizing that he would finally realize how much better the diamonds looked on her neck and leave Jocelyn for good.
Her phone screen suddenly changed.
An incoming call overrode the Instagram app.
The name flashing on the screen made Victoria’s heart slam violently against her ribs.
Jocelyn.
Victoria gasped. Her hand jerked, nearly knocking her hot latte onto her lap.
She stared at the ringing phone. Her palms began to sweat. She took three slow breaths, forcing her heart rate down.
She swiped to answer and lifted the phone to her ear.
“Hello, cousin,” Victoria drawled, forcing her voice to sound bored and languid. “Do you need something p>
“You have exactly one chance,” Jocelyn’s voice came through the speaker, chillingly calm. “Bring the necklace back to the hotel lobby right now, and I might consider not putting you in handcuffs p>
Victoria’s fingers gripped the phone so hard her knuckles turned white.
“What necklace?” Victoria asked, faking a confused laugh. “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Jocelyn. Are you having a mental breakdown p>
Jocelyn chuckled. The sound made the hairs on Victoria’s arms stand up.
“Your Instagram photo is already sitting on my general counsel’s desk,” Jocelyn stated.