Jewelry Doctor Novels & Stories

“Custom-made?” Nightroe’s question was brief, but Dorotheus understood immediately and continued, “Mrs. Johansson was a jewelry designer, so it’s highly likely that the necklace was handmade by her for Ms. Svanna. I’ve visited jewelry stores, and none of them have a model exactly like that necklace. Until one of the owners—who is also a jewelry designer—recognized the shape of the ruby and immediately mentioned Mrs. Johansson’s name. She admitted to being close friends with your late mother-in-law.”

The doctor even drew in a sharp breath, completely stunned by how flawlessly the gown he had chosen hugged the lines of her frame. In the middle of his fascination, Rezon’s eyes abruptly drifted to the two highly striking elements glittering under the room's chandelier: the diamond "M" necklace and the ruby rose earrings. Rezon scrutinized the jewels for a silent beat. A flash of dark curiosity entered his eyes, as if his sharp mind could instantly deduce that the accessories Moza wore were a brand delivered by another man.

The jeweler asked as he checked out the watches and the two gold necklaces that I brought. "They belong to my late husband, and now that he's gone, I need to make ends meet for me and my kids. As you can see, they're very fancy, and this one -" I grabbed one of the necklaces. "He got this one from one of the very exclusive jewelry stores in the world owned by George Martin. His jewelry is expensive and is being auctioned for over two million dollars every year." "This is from George Martin's jewelry store?" "Yeah, you can check it out if you want. You can even search it on the internet and see if I'm lying or not."

She looked at them one by one not knowing what they were up to. Before she could understand what was happening J moved first and put a gold necklace around her neck. Since J had released her other hand she touched the necklace and smiled lovingly at him. It looked simple but she knew that it was not that simple. The energy around it was so dense which meant that the gems used were rare and genuine. There were initials on the necklace which made her smile. The necklace has a heart shaped pendant with three letters inside it which are J, K and B. “Why is my name in the middle?”

Gwen’s POV The jewelry wing sat at the far end of the mall, quieter than the rest, insulated by glass and velvet and the kind of hush money creates. Sound softened there. Footsteps turned polite. Even breathing felt measured. Julian slowed instinctively as we crossed the threshold. I felt it, the way men like him always became more careful around fragile things. Wealth and women. Objects that could shatter if mishandled. Dr. Weston walked a half-step behind us, her gaze alert again, curiosity sharpened by my request. Jewelry wasn’t necessary. It was not practical. Which meant, in her mind, it carried risk.

The security measures were tight. There were various kinds of jewelry there. Though they were all protected in a thick glass cover, they still shimmered brightly and blindingly in the lights. Xyla began studying the jewelry with great interest as soon as she got into the hall. Besides the classy jewelry from some famous brands, there were also many exquisite jewelries designed by some niche designers. Every design was breathtaking. “Help!!! Is there a doctor here?!!!” Xyla enjoyed herself when a woman shouted suddenly, diverting her attention from the jewelry. Xyla immediately looked in the direction of the scream.

I think the question is directed at me, but I don’t know how to answer him; I don’t even understand the question. "It is." Christopher answers on my behalf, and I turn to him. "I knew it." Benjamin says joyfully. "Are you interested in jewellery?" Christopher asks, and Benjamin stiffens. “Oh, ah, yes, flex is a jewellery company; we specialise in watches, so jewellery is the game.” He says, seeming a little deflated as if he hasn’t had to introduce his life of work in a long time. I bend my neck to glance at my necklace. Is it that famous? It is so heavy.

His voice was calm but authoritative. The girl pointed at Jennifer. "She came to sell fake jewelry, sir. I was about to chase her out." The owner raised an eyebrow, then turned to Jennifer. "Is that true?" Jennifer shook her head. "No, sir. My bracelet is not fake. It’s a gift. My mother gave it to me on my wedding day." "Can I see it?" The man asked, and Jennifer brought it out and showed him. He examined it closely, turning it over, running his fingers against the intricate details. Then his expression changed.

Has she arrived? "Not yet," Stacy replied. "I'll give her a call later. Have HR keep things on hold for now," Joey said as she entered the office with a smile on her face. The jeweler was a middle-aged man. He was dressed in a burgundy handmade suit with gorgeous rings on his fingers. He looked quite average. When he saw Joey, he promptly stood up from his chair and smiled as he greeted, "Ms. Linton, I'm Caleb Lockwood, the person in charge of Keep Jewelry."

But since he was currently, the center of attention, and a little girl was also there, he couldn’t help but stay and talk. As he chatted with them, he looked around the room and noticed a few things that made him feel more certain that this Doctor Prime is a legit doctor. There was a human skeleton in the corner left between the left doorframe and the water jug, but that wasn’t the center of the attention. It was the frames on the left wall beside the jug. There were certificates of doctorate and medical experties, and some achievements signed officially by the ministries.