The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 105

Avia rushed over, fork still in hand. Upon hearing Nora’s voice, she forcefully folded the innocent fork.

I casually glanced at her, withdrew my gaze, and refocused on the conversation with Nora. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Nora mentioned April’s birthday.

“I remember you mentioning wanting to give April a unique set of jewelry for her birthday not long ago,” she said.

“Ah… yes.”

I looked up at April, who raised an eyebrow mischievously, clearly aware of the surprise.

I sighed in resignation. However, I couldn’t blame Nora; after all, she didn’t know I had put her on speakerphone.

Nora continued, “This time, I brought four manuscript versions. You can choose any. Of course, if you don’t like any of them, I’ll redraw them. I don’t have any other jobs for the next month, so I can focus on helping you design—”

“You said you didn’t have time! You lied to me!”

Before Nora could finish her sentence, a roar filled with anger erupted in the restaurant, interrupting her.

Nora paused for a few seconds and asked, “What’s going on? My ears are almost deaf… Where are you now? In a slaughterhouse? I think I heard the sound of pigs being slaughtered.”

April nearly burst into laughter, covering her mouth as we both looked at Avia.

Avia stared wide–eyed, chest heaving violently, resembling a balloon about to burst. “Why is everyone silent?” Nora’s voice echoed again.

“Nothing…” I suppressed a smile, explaining, “I mean, we’re not in a slaughterhouse; we’re in a Michelin–starred restaurant.

“What? A Michelin chef slaughtering pigs in front of you?” Nora exclaimed in disbelief.

This time, April couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.

Nora on the other end was bewildered, “Did I say something wrong? What’s happening?”

I smirked, casually resting my chin on my hand, leisurely observing Avia, who seemed ready to explode. I sighed and said, “Not pig slaughtering… it’s a client who wants to schedule a design appointment with you.”

“A client?

“It’s…”

Who?”

am Luna Avia of

Dark Moon Pack.”

to explain, Avia impatiently took my phone, put

of the Dark Moon Pack?”

to be a misunderstanding between us that needs

“What misunderstanding?”

request for you to design engagement jewelry for me. They kept using your busy schedule as an excuse to reject my order.

embarrassed for Avia. So, until now, she still thought Nora didn’t understand her status, leading to the rejection of her jewelry design

a glare from

Stern, if you want to keep this

employees under you. Perhaps I can forgive you

employees? Did they do something wrong?” Nora’s voice conveyed

you of my information, and arrogantly refused my order. Isn’t

to be some misunderstanding between

and then apologize to

employees didn’t hide your order from me; I instructed them to reject you.‘

slowly widened.

say? Do you know who I

do know,” Nora calmly replied. “It’s precisely because I know that I rejected. I’m sorry, but I can’t design jewelry for someone Diana

Avia was infuriated.

this? Do you realize you missed the biggest order of your life? You might never see that much money

just three billion with me doesn’t even reach VIP status. What are you so proud of? Oh, by the way… not long ago, a salesperson from the jewelry store called me, saying someone bought my design there. That someone was you, right? You

and for a moment, I was worried she might be so enraged

Stern, I just bought a three–billion–dollar design from you. How dare you speak to me like this? Do you realize you missed the biggest order of your

are you so proud of? Oh, by the way… not long ago, a salesperson from the jewelry store called me, saying someone bought my design there. That someone was you, right? You keep saying I might never see your so–called money in my life, but I heard the salesperson say you were hesitant even about paying

a moment, I was worried she might

shouted, “I, as the Luna of the Dark Moon Pack, order you to design

Pack. Your orders don’t reach me. But even if you begged,

Avia erupted, screaming uncontrollably.

instinctively about to throw my phone, but at the critical moment, I

my phone,” I forcefully reclaimed

glared at me, looking like she hadn’t caught her breath, her