"Why do you want to know? My name is personal information," Sharon responded warily.A hundred million dollars was her last shot at turning her life around. She had indeed flirted with the idea of seducing this young man, but she wasn't about to give such a large sum of money away without thinking it through."Please don't get the wrong idea. I'm not some shady guy," the man hurriedly explained when he picked up the wariness in her voice. He thought that it was a good sign. If she truly were his sister, he'd be glad she knew how to protect herself."Then, why are you asking for my name?" she flipped the question on him. "Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before asking a lady for hers? It's basic manners, mister." The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "You're right. My apologies. My name is Elias Hale." Sharon repeated his name in her head twice before making a mental note to look into whether the Hales were in Williamford's elite circles later. "And you are?" Elias
Sharon went to bed in a sour mood that night because the man never called. She regretted not asking for his number from the auction house representative. If she had, she could've at least taken the lead.She desperately wanted to know if he was worth her time. If not, she could stop wasting her time and move on to someone else.Just as she was wondering when he'd reach out, her phone rang at 8:30 am. It kept ringing and vibrating, but she was still asleep and missed the call.By the time she woke up, it was 11:00 am. She grabbed her phone and noticed that there were three missed calls from an unknown number. There was also a message, thoughtfully left in case she mistook the calls for spam. The man introduced himself as the buyer of the necklace and said he'd gotten her number through the auction house yesterday.Sharon immediately called back the unknown number. The line connected after just a few seconds."Hello?" a smooth, deep baritone answered. It was the kind of voice one
Sharon definitely couldn't meet the buyer of the emerald necklace. Even though the auction house representative assured her that the buyer wouldn't back out, who knew what might happen if she showed up in person? She was about to flat-out refuse, but the words stalled on her lips. After all, this person was someone who could casually spend a hundred million dollars on a necklace. Sharon figured that their wealth and status had to be on par with Edward's.She knew full well that she would never find another man of Edward's caliber, so she asked, "Is the person who wants to see me a man or a woman?" If they were a woman, she'd immediately decline. But if it was a man… "He's a gentleman," the auction house representative responded."How old is he?" Sharon pressed.There was a brief pause on the other end, as if the question had caught him off guard."I'm not asking for his name or background, just his age. You can tell me that much, can't you?" she continued.The auction house re
The man's mother couldn't take the blow of losing her daughter and fell ill. She had been bedridden ever since.For the sake of her health—both physical and emotional—the family had no choice but to move abroad. Staying in the same place and surrounded by everything that reminded her of what she'd lost would have only deepened her sorrow.20 years had passed, and the family had almost accepted the harsh truth. Their kidnapped daughter was gone for good. She was either lost forever or already dead.The man took a deep breath and pulled himself out of those heavy thoughts from the past. He tightened his grip around the ornate velvet box in his hand. He looked determined, and a glimmer of hope lit up his eyes.If this necklace were up for auction, he wondered whether his sister was nearby—or if she'd never left the city at all. Maybe someone else had come across it by chance and put it up for sale, unaware of its true significance.But even the faintest glimmer of hope was enough for
Xavier thought it was strange that Alice had only mentioned him to Macie once, but acknowledged that it had been six years. He and Alice were basically strangers now. So, what could Alice possibly have told Macie about him?He decided that it didn't matter anymore. He and Alice were both irrelevant to each other's lives, so there was no reason to dwell on it. All he needed to focus on was the case itself.With a sigh, Xavier thought about how cold Alice was. He used to bring her gifts whenever he visited the Hart residence. And now, she'd completely forgotten about him.That night, while some people were celebrating, others were shouldering heartache.…At the auction hall, the auctioneer was presenting a private collection. When the screen switched to an emerald necklace, a man who hadn't paid much attention suddenly froze."This is a top-grade medieval emerald. The diamonds set around it are unique fragments from the Guarhe region. It was last sold 25 years ago, and now the col
Xavier covered his face with his phone. First, he'd embarrassed himself in front of Alice, and now his image was crashing and burning in front of Macie.What if Macie thought he was some creepy weirdo? What if she reported him? If that happened, that would be the end of his law career.His mind spiraled with worst-case scenarios until a message notification popped up. It was a reply from Macie. He grabbed his phone and read it.She had texted, "Alice hasn't really mentioned you. She only mentioned you once. She mentioned that you two knew each other when you first took on my case."Xavier read it and cried from relief. He realized that Alice was a thoughtful and kind soul. She hadn't thrown him under the bus.Macie sent another message. Macie: "But you've mentioned her to me quite often. When we first met, you asked me to invite her out for dinner, and you said you wouldn't eat alone with me without her."Xavier started typing a response. It was all just polite excuses anyway