Just minutes ago, when Emmett returned from the restroom and passed the first-floor exhibition hall, he saw Yvette standing by the raw emerald, idly playing with her phone.

Emmett thought. Her? He had seen Yvette at the police station before. Previously, Jeremiah had rushed back to Seacrity from an important military meeting to pick her up from the police station.

It was obvious how important Yvette was to Jeremiah. In all the years Emmett had served Jeremiah, this was the first time he had seen the latter show affection toward a woman.

If nothing occurred. Yvette’s future status would be unmatched, ji was clear-if Jeremiah had chosen her, no one could stand in his way.

However, Emmett wondered what made Yvette so special. With all the high-society ladies in Betrico, he couldn’t understand why Jeremiah would choose Yvette, a mere university student.

Emmett thought, Because she’s pretty? There are plenty of beautiful ladies. Why her? Before he could ponder further. Emmett returned to the VIP room on the second floor to report the situation to Jeremiah.

Meanwhile on the first floor, Edward was still trying to prod Martin, pushing him to bid on the piece of raw emerald.

However, Martin was not foolish. There was no way Edward would be so generous. Growing doubtful of the emerald, Martin cooled off and declined, “If you like it so much, Mr. Jones, go ahead.”

Edward gritted his teeth in frustration when he saw that Martin no longer wanted to bid. He had heard a rumor that the raw emerald in question was problematic, with its green surface drawing suspicion.

If Martin made the purchase, the Jones family would have surpassed the Garcia family as the leading jewelry business in Lommore this year. However, everything was ruined now because of Yvette.

Edward’s eyes gleamed with malice. He had connections with the local gang, so dealing with Yvette would be child’s play.

Meanwhile, Martin had a newfound respect for Yvette, though he chalked it up to the coincidence that she had interrupted him at just the right moment.

“When did you arrive?” Jeremiah’s lips curled into a smile as he strode toward Yvette. His heart raced in excitement, more so than ever before, as the person he had been longing for stood right before him.

onlookers, Yvette heard Jeremiah’s voice and showed a brief flash of surprise, followed by a sigh. She had not expected to

the crowd instinctively parted for him, his imposing aura leaving little choice. Behind him trailed. Emmett, clad in a sharp black

Yvette, and their eyes met. The warmth in Jeremiah’s eyes was intense and fervent. Yvette, unable to hold eye contact, averted her gaze

his tone softening with

losing its earlier coldness. “All right. She followed him, showing a

about to leave, mustered unexpected courage and called out, “Hey, Yvette,

turning to face Kevin. Ignoring the conflicted look from Martin, site pulled out an envelope from her pocket and handed it to Kevin. “Here. With

there, staring after Yvette until

silent the moment Jeremiah appeared, did not dare say a word. Moments ago, he had been scheming about

because Edward recognized the white envelope Yvette handed to Kevin. It wasn’t just any invitation-it was the highest-level VIP pass, one that money alone couldn’t buy, a diamond VIP

not

Edward

drastically. Just moments ago, the latter was sn**y, ready to take on this and that. Now,

in Kevin’s hand. If he did not realize by now that he had misunderstood, he’d

one. She had come on her own-and with a

tell the man next to Yvette was

do you know what this is?” Kevin asked, waving the

quickly stepped forward, carefully taking the envelope from Kevin, his voice filled with excitement. “My goodness, Kevin, this is a diamond VIP invitation. With this, we can head to the

the main hall-we can bid directly from the private rooms. Where did you meet that girl? You lucky fool, you’ve lucked out, Martin

Kevin w

as baffled. He thought, ‘A diamond VIP? He had only spoken to Yvette because he thought no one was

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