"Never, ever dare to dream of marrying me, Bright! Even if I were to perish, my hatred for you will endure!!! Deep down to my core and bone!!!"
— Emma
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"But, My Lady, His Highness the Prince has given us a minimum target for jewelry purchases, even ordering custom jewelry specifically for you. Surely, we dare not defy His Highness's command."
"Ah, you from the jewelry department also have targets from the Prince, just like us from the dress department." Elisa nodded in understanding, then looked at Emma with courtesy. "My Lady, please help my friend Louisa."
Emma bit her lower lip, her eyes scanning through an array of extravagant and exorbitantly priced jewels that seemed to squeeze the air out of the room.
How could she possibly choose one from these treasures? The prices were beyond reason!
The attendant appeared equally perplexed, displaying signs of anxiety, ready to kneel again if Emma rejected.
