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,

it, and what I saw made my

had seen it

Yes, a ring.

ring—a diamond ring, and

have a thing for

high-tech matching rings, and now he

one.

reached out to grab the ring, but Allen was quicker, snatching it up and scrutinizing it, searching for

bother with the ring. Instead, I focused on

every angle but found nothing. Then grabbed the

was the same: nothing

casual demeanor vanished, replaced by a mix of

up the urn, dumping its contents out in a desperate

at one of his men, "Smash it to pieces." He really wasn't giving

They'd been searching for months, tailing me for any clues, putting in

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