Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 764

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.

right on cue, Truman chimed in with that irritating smirk of his. "Ms. Carson, your boldness is truly admirable. How about we exchange some tips on extravagant

him an annoyed glare,

in. "It's

then did Truman rein it in, slipping back into

he said, then glanced at me with that same unreadable calm.

that, he disappeared into

a polite šmile and followed after

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good woman, mated with someone like Truman. opened. No

crowding forward, tense

he spotted me, he couldn't resist

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skills, why not stay out here and beat me with

one brow raised. "A

alarm right away. Preston turned to me and

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

more refined than the outside. The space was nearly twice

of fine art, labeled with a tag showing its serial number and

All the staff were elite wolf warriors, wearing earpieces and pagers, their faces

alert.

special spotlights set up for closer

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