Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 113

Isabel frowned. "What's SW?"

She couldn't keep up for a moment-it wasn't her world, after all. Isabel had never really been part of the fashion crowd.

But her companion was a stylist, and when it came to designer jewelry, she knew every name and every collection by heart.

The stylist leaned forward, eyes shining with excitement. "SW stands for Sophia Williams—she's one of the world's top jewelry designers. Her work is famous for its unique style and masterful craftsmanship. The rich and famous go crazy for her pieces. She rarely appears in public these days. People say she has two protégés she's trained personally, but they're both shrouded in mystery-no one knows who they are."

"Are you sure this is a Sophia Williams design?" Isabel turned to her friend, unable to hide a note of urgency in her voice.

Her friend nodded, pointing to a particular detail on the sketch. "I'm almost certain.

Look here—this setting technique, and the signature motif. These are classic SW elements. I saw her work up close at a jewelry exhibition in Paris once. I'd recognize it anywhere."

She sounded utterly convinced.

recognize something so minute. She'd assumed

quickened. If this really was an SW design, how on earth

some

was a world-renowned designer. Someone as unknown as Effie couldn't possibly have met her-let alone gotten a

Effie had copied SW's

up her mind: there was no way this

contempt. To steal a master's work and pass it off as

the perfect chance to expose

Lyman would finally see the real Effie-someone who had no

voice edged with accusation, "Miss Bagnold, did you really design this yourself? Or did

weren't up to the task, you could've just told me," Isabel went on, her tone laced with mockery. "Some jobs should be left to the real professionals.

satisfaction was almost intoxicating. Isabel felt vindicated as if she'd finally gotten her chance to put Effie in