No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 827

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that moment. Ernest must have been really bored when he came up with this idea. I mean, decorating an urn and disguising a collector as a jewelry box? That's just plain ridiculous.

Or maybe he did it on purpose, so others would just think it was jewelry, not some collector.

"What on earth is he up to?" Allen was losing his patience, reaching out to grab it.

I swatted his hand away, mocking him, "What are you thinking? Aren't you worried

there might be a venomous scorpion or some hidden trap inside?"

Allen shot me a glance, "Then hurry up and open it. Ernest's got quite the imagination, pulling something like this."

I would have opened it even if he hadn't pushed me to. I reached out and took the

red jewelry box from the fluffy white feathers.

It was really light!

Right then, I thought, there's no way there's a collector inside this box.

thing should have some heft to

despite my suspicions, I carefully opened it, and what I saw

had seen it too, equally shocked and

Yes, a ring.

any ring—a diamond ring, and judging by its size, several

a thing

high-tech matching rings, and now he was sending

one.

reached out to grab the ring, but Allen was quicker, snatching

Instead, I focused on the jewelry box, which

nothing. Then grabbed the jewelry box, ripping out the lining and even tearing open the

result was the same: nothing but

replaced by a

the urn, dumping its contents out in a desperate search, but still found

one of his men, "Smash it to pieces." He really

I could understand. They'd been searching for months, tailing me for any clues,

that they'd finally found something, only to discover it was a dead end,