Chapter 116 Buying The Ring

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stant designers, said, her voice laced with every detail according to our client's

Ma'am, this is the design you asked for," Joy, one of Mia hint of apprehension 7 personally visited the site and Do preferences. Please review it so we can start working on the project as soon as possible." She glanced at knowing how difficult she was to please-nothing short of perfection would do

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canned the design, nodding slightly "Hmm, everything seems good." she murmured, still absorbed in her review. "But..." She stopped mid-sentence as her phone chimed.

The notification showed a message from the private number. Mia held up her finger, gesturing for Joy to wait a moment, and unlocked her phone, curiosity tugging at her.

As she read the message, her eyes widened, and she instinctively licked her lips, trying to conceal her

nervousness.

Joy, give me a few minutes. I'll get back to you," she said, looking up with a forced calmness.

Sensing something urgent, Joy nodded and left the room without another word, leaving Mia alone with the unsettling message.

Maswallowed hard, her hand trembling as she stared at the message on her phone. The words seemed to Hap of the screen, chilling her to the core

Stay away from Alessandro Valentino, or be ready to see your children dead, one by one, mercilessly."

A cold wave of fear swept over her, tightening around her heart like a vice. Her mind raced, struggling to process the gravity of the threat. She gripped the phone, her knuckles turning white, as the weight of the

sank in Mia's thoughts spiraled-who could be behind this? Why target her children: She needed answers, but the terror coursing through her veins made it hard to think clearly. Her children were her Efe, her entire world, and her everything. A mother's instinct kicked in and she was willing to do anything for her children. Nothing was more important in her life than her children-not even her mafia husband.

For a brief moment, all the noise and activity around her faded into the background as panic set in. What was the supposed to do now?

"Where are you, Adam? Claire huffed on the phone.

supposed to go ring shopping together as part of their

the media would clicit national news and gossip about the superstar

hour, and he still hadn't arrived. "I'm on my way." Adan replied

to wait longer, Claire

inside the store and choose a ring for yourself?"

supposed to do it together,

select a ring. After all, you girls take time in shopping, right?" Claire rolled

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it was part of her job, she went

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by the ne of diamonds. She had always dreamed of owning fine jewelry but never had the chance due to her many expenses. Though Adam provided her with a decent salary, her grandmother's medical bills, supporting her uncle's family, and paying rent

with awe as she glanced at the diamond necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and many other exquisite ornaments. The delicate designs and shimmering gems captured her imagination, allowing

thinking about how often people walked into the store without knowing they couldn't afford anything. Yet, she

her tone a mix of skepticism and politeness,

show me

associate snorted at Claire's reply and smirked before questioning arrogantly in a whisper. leaning closer. "Are you sure you can afford a ring

me?" Claire was taken

your

you should go to is across the street. You'll find a ring within budget there." She pushed

assist you?" The sales associate's smile was bright, and her eyes showed respect

shook her head, feeling a mix of humiliation and frustration. Deciding to

her in her tracks. She turned abruptly to see Amanda standing there, drested in a stunning knee-length dress

Claire smiled, momentarily forgetting the insult from the sales

Amanda asked with a taunting edge

here to buy a ring," Claire replied

had always

aucunion for het exellent acadente recont Back then, Amanda's bierne was masked by a façade of friendliness,

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