Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon
Chapter 74
Chapter 74
The people around them were already whispering among themselves.
Anyone could see that was just a wooden bracelet-cheap and worthless.
If you can't afford a proper gift, fine. But to show up with something like that? What a joke.
Unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous.
A few people couldn't help but snicker; it was the sort of story that would have everyone else rolling their eyes in disbelief.
Effie, unbothered by the murmurs, stepped forward with calm composure. She held out the bracelet to Selma with both hands. "Grandma, this is my gift for you. Wishing you health and happiness."
Selma took the box and examined the bracelet inside.
A faint, pleasant scent of
flicker of surprise flashed in Selma's eyes before her lips curved into a rare smile. “Effie, this bracelet... Where
ordinary trinket. It was the kind of treasure you couldn't buy, no matter how
"Grandma, wooden
put a lot of thought into this."
anyone's help to embarrass herself, they thought—she
"Wait a minute—is that what I think it is? That's agarwood-'the diamond of
hush fell over the
their lifetime-this was the ultimate luxury, a rarity even among the wealthy. No amount of money could guarantee you'd ever find
the man who spoke was none other than Mr. Lloyd, a renowned collector in Neo-Arcadia. If anyone knew what he was talking about,
is that wood really so special?" someone blurted out. "We thought it
piped up again, flustered. "Exactly! It looks common enough. The craftsmanship is nice, sure,
"Ignorance is nothing to be proud of. If you don't know, it's better to keep quiet than to advertise
About Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon - Chapter 74
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