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.

some heft to it,

suspicions, I carefully opened it, and what I saw made my eyes

ring?" Allen had seen it too, equally

Yes, a ring.

any ring—a diamond ring, and

this guy have a thing for giving

with some high-tech matching rings, and now

one.

Allen was quicker, snatching it up and scrutinizing it, searching for

Instead, I focused on

the jewelry box, ripping out the

result was the same: nothing but

expression changed, the casual demeanor vanished, replaced by a

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

clearly agitated, tossed the ashes at one of his men, "Smash it to

been searching for months, tailing me

only to discover it