His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 641 Eliza was knee-deep in work in Paris. Casper had sent Dillon over to lend a hand with some of the trickier tasks. He wasn't exactly taking it easy himself, though.

One morning, Casper headed over to the famous artisan Andrew's studio in Paris. He'd been holding onto a multicolored diamond for a while now, and it was about time to see the finished product. After a quick knock and a nod from Andrew, Casper stepped inside the studio.

"Good morning, Mr. Andrew," Casper greeted.

Andrew stood up, shaking Casper's hand enthusiastically. "Casper, I've been waiting for you to come by. Let's take a look at your diamond."

He guided Casper over to see his carefully crafted masterpiece. There was a diamond ring bigger than a pigeon's egg, a crown encrusted with nine hundred and ninety-nine diamonds of all shapes and sizes, and a necklace featuring precisely 101 diamonds. Bracelets, earrings, brooches-each piece thoughtfully designed with a specific number of diamonds to symbolize good fortune. Under the lights, they all seemed to compete in shining the brightest.

Andrew, puffing on his pipe, couldn't hide his pride. "This is the most stunning diamond I've ever worked with, and honestly, my finest creation. Casper, your lady's one lucky woman. I'm sure she'll say yes to your proposal.

Casper gazed at the jewelry, which was nothing short of priceless art, his eyes brimming with hope. Would she say yes? Would she accept his proposal without a second thought? He believed she would-after all, he'd put his heart into this. She had to.

"Mr. Andrew, thank you for handing over such beautiful pieces. I'm sure she'll love them," Casper said earnestly.

with a casual air, taking another puff. "Casper, what she loves is you, the person. These are just the cherry on top. If she says yes, it's because you deserve it, not because of the

could trust with her life, he

...

a coffee.

bunch of custom orders. She thought about

been up to lately? Seems like he's busier than I am," Eliza asked,

keeping things under wraps, handed her a beautifully wrapped box. "Ma'am, this is a lovely dress Mr. Casper picked out for you

it later.

view from the mountain

Late autumn? In a dress? On a mountain top? Had he lost

She dreaded the cold, and this

a glance

"Ms. Eliza, there's a private party on the mountain tonight. I think Mr. Casper needs you there for some social event. Don't worry, there's a hotel

suspiciously. Social obligations? Why hadn't Casper

she sighed, taking the dress. Brian said, "Let