Amelia Clarke's mind was filled with Owen Moreland's offhand remark, "It's not for you, don't worry." She looked up at the man walking in front of her, and just because it wasn't for her, she was even more worried, okay?
The man before her was tall and imposing, his black suit crisp and authoritative like a mountain. One hand in his pocket, the other holding hers behind his back, he gripped it firmly, as if afraid she would get lost in the crowd.
Around them were bidders just leaving the auction hall, many of whom were still whispering about the sucker who had just spent US$ 705,000 on a pink diamond necklace.
They also said that the consignor of that pink diamond necklace must be laughing in their dreams over their good fortune.
Well, as the consignor, Amelia Clarke's mood was not that beautiful at the moment.
Whom would Owen Moreland give that set of emerald jewelry he purchased for US$ 565,000?
There were quite a few people descending in the elevator.
