Chapter 764 Subject of Gossip

Hayley's POV:

+8 Pearl

"Ms. Carson, I think it's my duty to let you know-these stones out here in the front hall? They're all low-grade. The chances of finding a gem worth anything are pretty slim."

Melody's warning caught me off guard.

She had shown me kindness more than once now.

Her mate was clinging to me like a stray dog, and yet she approached me with such friendliness, even warmth?

Had she lost her mind? Not only could she tolerate a flirtatious partner, but she was even willing to protect the woman he was flirting with?

"Thank you," I said calmly. "But I believe whether it's people or stones, none of us deserve to be labeled before we're truly understood. Until the final moment, no one can say for certain that a raw stone is worthless."

I said it without arrogance or submission.

Not too loud-but just loud enough for the smug onlookers around me to hear every word.

"What an idiot! She doesn't even appreciate a kind warning. Serves her right to get ripped off."

"Mind your own business. If she's got more money than sense, let her waste it. Ain't your cash she's throwing away!"

That last line actually made sense. I turned to them with a firm tone, my chin raised. "That's right. I've got too much money to spend. And blowing it on a random rock is exactly how I like to spend it."

That shut them up fast.

irritating smirk of his. "Ms. Carson, your boldness is truly admirable. How about

annoyed

stepped in. "It's time

rein it in, slipping back into his cold,

me with that same unreadable calm. "I'll be waiting

he disappeared

polite šmile

couldn't help but

doors to the

room

mated with someone like Truman. opened. No one paid me any more attention-everyone

crowding forward, tense

course, Preston was among them. When he spotted me, he couldn't resist taking a jab. "So,

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skills, why not stay out here and beat me with one of these worthless

one brow raised. "A big event like this, and your family only sent

Preston turned to me and asked, "What's it to

my hand and shrugged. "Not my problem." Then I turned to Humbert, picked up the pace, and walked

the outside. The space was nearly twice as large, but the number of raw stones

like a piece of fine art, labeled with a tag

were elite wolf warriors, wearing earpieces and

alert.

spotlights set up for closer

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