I Was Reborn To Marry This Annoying Man? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The bidding auction was held at Valemont Crest Pavilion, an ultra-exclusive auction house quietly owned by the Valemont family in Lunada.The structure stood like a silent monarch along the financial district—dark glass panels reflecting the skyline, polished obsidian stone framing its entrance. The Valemont insignia was carved subtly above the doorway, not flashy—but powerful enough that those who recognized it would instinctively straighten their posture.Outside, Seraphina stood still, eyes fixed on the building.Today was not just about winning a contract worth tens of billions.It was about stepping onto a larger stage.She wore a clean ivory suit tailored to perfection—minimalist, commanding. Her expression carried neither arrogance nor anxiety—only certainty.Beside her, Lucien stood relaxed, one hand casually in his pocket. His gaze swept the surroundings lazily, as if this were merely a social gathering.Behind them stood Irene, composed as always, tablet ready, eyes scanning

As the question appeared on the massive screen, Celeste continued smoothly:"All participants must submit their answers to the number displayed below. Include your response and your company name."She paused briefly."The panel will select ten companies to proceed to the second round."A subtle murmur passed through the hall."Any participant caught attempting to sabotage another company," she added calmly, "will be immediately disqualified and banned from the Aurelia luxury industry."Silence deepened."You have fifteen minutes."She glanced at the clock."Time starts now."The question illuminated in crisp white letters:A client urgently requests a specific gemstone for her engagement ring. The only stone in your studio that matches her exact request is slightly aged and no longer at peak brilliance. However, you possess a newer stone with similar appearance but slightly lower intrinsic quality. There is no time to order a new batch. How will you satisfy the client while maintainin

The private banquet room inside Valemont Crest Pavilion was already prepared.Food and wine had already been arranged on the round table—fine cuts of steak, delicate seafood, crystal glasses filled halfway with deep red wine.Yet no one was eating.They were waiting.Inside the room, light laughter echoed as several figures sat around the circular table."Mr. Valemont," Arthur said with a polite nod, "it's good to see you again. We hope we may continue to receive your guidance."Victor and Helena, seated beside him, echoed the sentiment in their own way—speaking with the tone one would use toward a respected elder.Dominic laughed lightly."Don't elevate me too much," he said. "At the end of the day, we serve the same person."He waved dismissively."I'm just another subordinate."Arthur chuckled."You've known the Boss far longer than we have."His expression softened with memory."We were merely fortunate enough to be noticed."He leaned back slightly."Twenty years ago, if I hadn't

In the days following the auction, Aureline Corp grew even busier.The energy inside the company had shifted.There was no chaos—only momentum.The first and second batch recruits were placed under stricter supervision. Every detail was reviewed. Every stone examined twice before setting.Inside one of the jewelry crafting rooms, the air carried the faint scent of polished metal and heated tools.Kristel and Madel stood side by side at a long worktable.Small trays of gemstones lay neatly arranged before them—sapphires, emeralds, diamonds in varying cuts. On the digital tablet in front of them was the design blueprint they were following.Kristel adjusted her magnifying loupe and carefully aligned a prong before setting a gemstone into place."Hold it steady," she murmured to herself.Beside her, Madel worked on assembling a delicate bracelet chain, attaching a central piece with precise movements.Around them, other trainees worked quietly. The soft sounds of metal tools, faint scrap

Afternoon.Aureline Corp — Chairman's Office.Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over the expansive desk.The room was quiet.Focused.On the desk lay several design drafts—carefully arranged but visibly worked on.A ring concept sheet.A pair of chandelier earrings in progress.A structured bracelet with geometric segments.A layered necklace sketch.And a brooch design resting slightly apart from the others.Each page bore faint pencil marks, eraser smudges, handwritten notes in the margins.Seraphina sat forward in her chair, a fine mechanical pencil in her hand.Her brows were slightly furrowed—not in stress, but in concentration.In front of her was the central piece of the collection.A ring.But not an ordinary one.She was sketching a hybrid setting—traditional claw prongs holding a central oval-cut sapphire, but instead of the usual symmetrical frame, she was integrating micro-pavé diamonds in an asymmetrical constellation pattern.Not