The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 339

Chapter 339:

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His fingers lingered over an image of a tiara, its dignified design showcasing intricate craftsmanship. Adorned with jade and an array of gleaming gemstones, the tiara was a vision of opulence. The golden base, encrusted with meticulously placed jewels, symbolized both power and prestige. And yet, despite its grandeur, it had never fetched much attention in past auctions.

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door before Jacob stepped inside. He looked toward Nate, hesitating as if weighing his words.

Sensing the moment, Corrine said, “Speak freely, Jacob. There’s no need for secrets here.”

Exchanging meaningful glances with Nate, Jacob inquired, “Beyond the tiara, Miss Holland, has anything else captured your interest?”

Corrine set her cup down with fluid grace.

“I heard mention of a particular diamond.”

“Indeed. A 15.1-carat blue diamond,” Jacob confirmed.

“The largest ever to grace the auctions. Truly unprecedented.”

Such rarity guaranteed fierce competition at tonight’s event.

Corrine’s attention shifted to the display screen.

“What remains in my fund?”

Jacob produced a tablet with practiced efficiency, navigating to the relevant information.

“Eight hundred million at present.”

“Secure the blue diamond as our priority,” Corrine instructed with serene authority.

After all, finding the perfect birthday tribute for her aunt Chelsea remained her primary objective.

Jacob’s expression flickered with curiosity.

“And regarding the tiara?”

Jacob initially believed Corrine was there for the mysterious tiara. Effortlessly, Corrine tossed a grape into her mouth, her movements exuding a natural grace. Her eyes, bright and full of resolve, shimmered.

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“I absolutely need to have it!”

“Do you like it?” Nate asked.

Turning toward him, Corrine replied, “It’s a tiara of mysterious origin featured at a Forreal auction—don’t you wonder about its story? Moreover, if it were truly valuable, why would Forreal feature it as the highlight of the event?” It seemed that the tiara might conceal some hidden mysteries. Uncovering such secrets would require someone driven by a deep-seated curiosity.

“I’ll start the preparations,” Jacob said.

Corrine gave a nod of acknowledgment.

As Jacob left, Nate closed the catalog he had been flipping through.

“Do you enjoy solving mysteries?”

“Who isn’t intrigued by mysteries?” A playful spark danced in Corrine’s eyes. Nate’s gaze softened as he looked at her, his eyes showing a warmth and affection previously unseen by others.

He said, “I’m open to sharing everything you want to know.”

“I’d rather discover it on my own,” Corrine responded, her chin resting on her hand as she watched the screen displaying the event.

The screen offered a sweeping view of the hall. Distinguished men in suits and women in graceful gowns mingled, the room filled with Lyhaton’s influential figures, giving it the air of a grand social gathering. The hall radiated an extravagant luxury.

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