Chel El Dorado Original Design Novels & Stories

There was a hint of surprise on the other end of the line, but they quickly responded, "Understood, Miss Summers. The process will take about two weeks to complete. Please wait patiently." After hanging up the call, Adele put her phone down and booked a flight to Florin, scheduled to depart in two weeks. At the same time, the television was replaying a press conference held by the Sterling Corporation. A week ago, Elias Sterling, CEO of Sterling Corporation, unveiled a masterpiece of jewelry, crafted from the world’s most exquisite diamonds and gemstones. He named it “Adele” in his wife’s honor, a bold declaration of his unwavering love for her to the entire world.

She let the silence stretch, taut as wire, before she spoke again. “The first design to be chosen for the Ulrick Jewels Elite is…” Her pause deepened, and then— “The Scarlet Promise.” Gasps tore through the audience, but Chloe did not stop. Her next words struck like thunder. “The Scarlet Promise, worn tonight by the granddaughter of Don Sebastian Guevarra.”

Vaz said angrily pulling Chloe's hair gently away. "Tsss what the hell? Don't miss my hair. It took me 5 hours just to fix it," Chloe complained. The awkward moment! What to do? Come on Amber breathe bear in mind. Just do your best they are investors! Arriving at the suite where the new Reedelkin products that have not been released on the market are located, I immediately enter with them. I walked them around the big suite so they could all see! "Vaz, these designs are wonderful. I can't wait to wear them all," Chloe whispered happily as she parted Reedelkin's dresses.

Everything changed, but it still feels the same as before. He froze when he saw an ad of the Chandler group on a hoarding board across the road. Butch Chandler was seen holding a sleek designer neck piece in his hand. Oswald recognized that neck piece immediately. It was one of his designs from back then, but it was given a modern touch while still keeping the original version intact. 'You are still using my designs? How pathetic. I am sure you must be still searching for my designs book. But how sad, I made sure that you will never be able to find it in this life time' Oswald though feeling angry and bitter over the betrayal his good friend served him.

"All set, except for Wanda's jewelry. We've got this family heirloom set, all gold and colorful gems, but it's pretty old-school. You kids these days like things sleek and chic, right? So I got a designer from Dufreles to whip up something new. Just got the sketches, and now it's off to Minador to have old Master Jones work his magic." Helma could not help but smile. "So, when are you getting me my own jewelry set?" Jade playfully scoffed, "That'll be when you tie the knot. You're not even dating anyone right now." Helma shrugged off the comment. "Who needs a boyfriend? I've got my baby now, don't I?" Helma's gaze flickered with a hint of anticipation; her brother's wedding was just around t

he asked. Elsie smiled at his move. She opened the tablet with her fingerprint and showed him an online gallery of jewelry pieces, one of which had been added to the cart. "This is called 'Molto Legato,' designed in 1920 by an Egyptian peasant during a tribal jewelry contest. Her design was stolen by her jealous sister, who wanted the prize, which was the prince as a husband," Elsie explained. "Is this true?" Aiden asked.

"But change the clasp. If a woman is paying two million dollars for a pair of earrings, she shouldn’t have to struggle for twenty minutes just to put them on. Make it simple, smooth, and secure." "Got it," Kany said, typing out the adjustments. "I'll have the design team fix the chokers and run a prototype. Anything else?" "Yeah. Tell the marketing team to drop the gold foil theme for the press invites," Victoria said, leaning back. "It’s tacky. We go with matte black and silver velvet. Keep it high-class." —— Meanwhile, across the city in his ultra-modern, heavily fortified private penthouse, Giordano was definitely not resting.

"The design is beautiful. What brand are these necklaces from?" "They’re from Exotic Star. I brought two other designs as well. Please feel free to take a look at them," Chloe replied, placing two boxes on the table. "If you don't like these, I have pictures from the designer. These are limited-edition pieces from around the world." "I prefer the one that Mr. Joseph is wearing." "Me too." Chloe smiled as she discreetly tugged at Joseph's sleeve and whispered, "You know how to handle this, right?"

"The Dawn-Gild thinks they own our infrastructure because their signatures are on the vellum. They forget that the vellum is made from our livestock, and the ink is made from our charcoal. If they want to liquidate our merchants, we will let them take the physical buildings. But we are changing the definition of value." She turned to the doorway, where a shadow had been waiting in the dark archway of the balcony. Commander Cheryl stepped into the firelight, her oilskin cloak smelling of deep-sea brine and the cold sulfur of the ruined citadels. In her hand, she held a small, iron-bound lockbox that bore a crest no one in the room had ever seen—a stylized, singular horn wrapped in chains of p

The wide choker band was comprised of black seed pearls woven together into a wide ribbon with gleaming silver chain that closed at the back of the neck with a lobster clasp. “I’m not encouraging you to get yourself hurt again,” Andrew told her softly, “but for the time being, this should hide the bruises on your neck so we can go out and enjoy ourselves for your birthday. Do we have a deal?” “Mr. James,” she replied with a tender smile, “We most certainly do.” “Hot dog! Let’s break out the tequila!” Mr. Valenzuela added cheerfully.