In front of Capital City's World Trade Tower, a Rolls-Royce Phantom and a Bentley quietly stood behind Chu Mo, while Fang Lihu, the deputy captain of the bodyguards who towered at two meters and thirty centimeters, kept watch with four other tall bodyguards.
Chu Mo gently slipped the bracelet worth twenty-seven million onto Yang Xuan's wrist—pale, delicate, and tender as jade. The bracelet, embedded with one hundred and ninety-nine small diamonds and fifty-five gemstones, shone brilliantly in the sunset, reflecting dazzling light like the world's brightest treasure.
Earlier, in the exhibition hall, Yang Xuan lingered a long time by this diamond bracelet. Chu Mo thought she liked it, so he casually picked it up for her.
"It's beautiful, and it suits you well."
