Charles Leclerc Watch Novels & Stories

But then her gaze shifted to Lunatte’s wrist, and her eyes widened. Lunatte took off the watch roughly and intended to throw it in the trash. “Wait!” Mia quickly snatched the watch from Lunatte’s hand. “Don’t throw it away!” she blurted. “No! It must be removed!” “Don’t! Give it to me!” Mia snatched the watch from Lunatte immediately. Lunatte couldn’t care less. ‘Shit! Who gave her that famous watch?! It’s the Vacheron Constantin Tour de I’lle! That watch is worth 1.5 million dollars!’

I don't. Instead, I lift my glass to my lips, taking a slow sip of the dark red wine, maintaining unwavering eye contact. Smooth. Effortless. I see the flicker of something in his piercing dark eyes—not surprise, not irritation, but something else entirely. Something dangerous. Before I can analyze it further, a voice cuts through our silent battle. "Miss Moreau." A new face enters the picture. A man. Refined. Elegant. He extends a hand toward me, a warm yet polished smile resting on his lips. Mr. Charles Levigne. Chairman of Levigne Joaillerie, one of the most prestigious luxury jewelry brands in Europe.

“Tsk tsk, all of his clothes are customized. I’ve finally seen a tall, rich, and handsome young man in real life!” “D*mn it, that Patek Philippe 1518 stainless steel model costs nearly 12 thousand dollars. It’s regarded as an antique. I'm about to pass out. I really don't understand the world of rich people!” … Jocelyn thought she heard someone gulp. She was so used to interacting with Skyler that she had never noticed these details. Besides, Skyler had so many watches and cars. She did not even recognize some of them, so she had never kept them in mind.

She was leaned in close to Logan, exchanging quiet comments, calm and unbothered by the display that just happened. The complete lack of reaction made Camille's jaw tighten. Clenching her fist, she turned away, fixing her attention on the next item that was being rolled out. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, tonight's main item—the Chronos Legacy Collection—a vintage watch set valued for its mirrored craftsmanship. And tonight's twist: this will be an anonymous partner bid. The highest bidding pair will earn not only the set… but the honorary title of Charity Stars of the year! So, if you're ready, raise your bids!"

I asked, as if I didn't hear what he said. "It's 9 PM." He said while tapping at his watch. I don't know if I'm still groggy or what, but I'm sure as hell that Lucas watch is not cheap. That's a Bvlgari serpenti seduttori watch, which cost 30,900 dollars. I blinked my eyes and titled my head while staring at his watch. He noticed it and he quickly hid his arm behind him. "Wait, how did you afford a watch like that?" I asked in disbelief as I looked up to meet his doe eyes.

"Who is it?" Lucas rose from the bed, a hint of anger in his voice. "It's me. Hurry up. We have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau." Chelsey's voice rang out through the door. "Got it." Lucas rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. He was shocked when he saw the tacky patch on the bed. Did he … Goodness! Lucas ran into the washroom to take a shower, feeling embarrassed. He deliberately put on the watch and tie Chelsey had gifted him before going downstairs. The watch was from Patek Philippe, worth over two million. The tie, on the other hand, was a customized Hermès piece worth hundreds of thousands.

"Excellent choice! We have some exquisite pieces that will surely impress." As Marco presented various options, Sarah's eyes widened at the stunning craftsmanship and precision. "What do you think?" I asked, seeking her opinion. Sarah pointed to a sleek, platinum watch. "This one's stunning." Marco nodded. "A fine choice. That's a limited-edition piece from one of the world's top watchmakers." "Behold, the A. Lange & Söhne Tourbograph Pour le Mérite, a vintage limited edition wristwatch," Marco announced, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

That’s what staff were for. To my right: shelves of accessories. Cashmere scarves. Ties in silks and satins. Pocket squares folded like origami. Watches—Audemars Piguet, Vacheron Constantin, Patek Philippe—all ticking away with precision, each a quiet reminder that time belonged to me, not the other way around.

Genevieve gripped the edge of the sink tightly until her knuckles turned white. She had no idea who Amelia Rhodes was. But something about the photograph... the tears, the desperation... it struck too close to home. The note beneath it felt less like information and more like a warning. She checked the time. It was 10:43 PM. If this was a trap, it was a beautifully orchestrated one. But if it wasn’t— She turned to leave and froze. On the dresser sat Charles’s watch. He had worn it every day. It was a Vintage Patek Philippe watch. The last time she saw it, it had been on his wrist, right before the accident.

Feigning surprise, I looked at him and said, "Is that a Jaedon Centenary Edition watch you're wearing? Only ten of those were released worldwide. How impressive to see one here!" After years of marriage, I knew exactly what he loved and how to cater to him. Just as I'd expected, Charlie's expression softened, almost pleasantly surprised. "You're the first person to recognize this watch. Are you a fan, too?" I nodded, smoothly listing off a few rare, high-end watch brands. Only a true connoisseur would know them. I'd learned all of this back when I'd tried to please Charlie, little knowing it would someday come in handy.