The Case Files Of Jeweler Richard Novels & Stories

"A few days ago, I received a call from an unknown number, Richard. The caller told me that your life was in danger... that he was planning to have you killed." Richard remained frozen, listening without interrupting. "I asked him who he was," I continued, swallowing hard. "But he refused to tell me. He only said that you were his biggest competitor and that his company had decided to eliminate you." Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks as I struggled to keep my voice steady. "I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you, so I asked him what he wanted. He told me that if I wanted to save your life, I had to sell the Riley family's heirloom to ABC Jewelry Store."

"You're keeping me on the edge, Gia. I need to see this man who has you feeling this way." I chuckle. "Come visit often then you might see him. He's doing a certain business with my dad. A business alliance, he calls it. I wonder what sort of business or investment whatsoever has him coming often but damn, I'm glad." I smile and finish my glass of water before standing. Nellie stands as well as we make our way to my office. "He's an Ardolf." "He's far different from Cole, trust me," I say just as I get her message. "I got to meet a certain Ardolf at the dinner. She's annoying as hell." I groan as I open my office door.

It was a beautiful red dress that was my size as well. Underneath there was a letter; Happy birthday. Wear these tomorrow to your birthday party with no signature or anything on it. I placed it back in the box and opened the jewellery box to see a beautiful diamond bracelet. "what the fuck," I mumbled to myself inside the box was a diamond tester, I laughed to myself What crazy person is sending me real diamonds? I tested the diamonds and they were in fact real. what the fuck?

"So, have you found her?" Barrett hesitated, running a hand through his perfectly combed hair. He glanced back toward the waiting room. "Yeah, I found her. But I'm still working on briefing her about the case." "Good. What’s taking so long? She’s dragging this out on purpose, isn’t she? That gold-digging bitch." Richard’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration. Barrett’s jaw tightened. "It’s not as simple as it seems." Something in his tone must have caught Richard’s attention because his voice shifted. "What’s going on, Barrett? You sound off. What aren’t you telling me?"

He ran away after some pretty girl with a yellow dress. "Oh a little kid just owned your ass, single auntie Jenny" Richard's voice came from behind me, I stood up to face him with a bored face. "I can already imagine you with tons of cats, grey hair and sleeping in a bed made out of gold." "The gold bed I can imagine.The cat bit, eh, not a cat kind." I said walking with him over to the bar. "Man, you owes me 50!" he laughed, ordering our drinks. His phone vibrated for like the 100th time tonight and his whole face changed, he didn't pick up just like he hasn't picked up since Marcus started to call him.

The wealthy tycoon, Stanford York, froze the moment he saw me. I handed him the jewelry box. His hand trembled slightly as he took it. From a hidden compartment, he pulled out a photo. It was a picture of two people together. The image had faded so badly that their faces were no longer clear. But he stared at it in silence for a long time. "Where is she?" "My mom passed away." I lowered my eyes. "Before she died, she gave this to me."

He had expected conviction, but hearing it stated so plainly still hit hard. The sentence was severe. He would spend years in prison, lose the wealth he had gained through crime, and face claims from every victim entitled to recover their losses under the law. When the hearing ended, Richard stood beside his solicitor in silence. He offered no apology and no final defense. For the first time in decades, there was nothing left to bargain for. Court officers led him away. He never looked back. Cressida's case ended differently. Investigators found no evidence linking her directly to Richard's financial fraud, the attempted theft of Selene's trust assets, or the laundering of criminal proceeds.

"A remarkable strategic acquisition. You are almost as paranoid as your grandfather." "I am here for the archive, Watchman," I stated, walking into the center of the vault. "You are selling classified Richard Holdings corporate assets to Declan Wright, using funds embezzled from a charitable foundation. You are breaking three layers of international law." "I am merely providing a service, Mr. Richard," The Watchman countered, raising a manicured eyebrow. "My agreement was with Richard Richard Sr. to maintain the truth until a worthy heir claimed it. Mr. Wright is paying for access to that truth. This vault contains the history of every failed strategic move, every private transaction, and ev

With another dejected sigh, Joshua walked into the hotel with Ysabelle by his side. Richard followed after them as well without anyone noticing, he entered Joshua’s private room. There were a lot of rich people here. They all came here to bid for interesting items such as the world's biggest Diamond, limited edition cars and things like that. There were even relics from deceased famous people available for auction. In the private room, Ysabelle did not know what to do to ease Joshua’s distress. She could only offer him comfort and support. Richard on the other hand, merely sat next to him and did not utter a word. He had not participated in such auctions for a long time. Now he used to atte

"I wasn't expecting anything." The packet is taped tight, resisting her efforts to pick it open with a long fingernail. Richard, his attention really on his newspaper, reaches out for a letter-knife, passing it across with a distracted air. Carefully, Mitch slides the tip of the blade under the tape and then cuts into the brown paper underneath. The wrapping falls away... It's a jewellery case. A ring box. Mitch holds it in her palm, biting at her bottom lip. Richard's paper drops and he stares.