Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable
"If you don't have time, I can return it myself," Bruce added.
On the top floor of Sterling Corp., Julian turned the charm over in his hand. His strong, arrogant face darkened with concern. This was no ordinary charm. The one from Bellroad Temple was always a peach-blossom charm meant for love, not peace of mind.
"Let me return it."
Bruce exhaled in relief. "Okay."
Elliot, who had been watching everything, dropped his jaw. He stared wide-eyed as Julian opened his wallet and carefully slid the charm into an inner compartment.