On Monday, Miller Jewels had a meeting as usual. At the end of the meeting, Yvonne made Nicole stay back, wanting to listen to her report on the designs of the new products in the year-end show.Yvonne quietly listened to Nicole finish reporting before smiling. "If I let you handle the year-end show, do you have the confidence that you'll do it well?"Nicole couldn't believe her ears. "What?""During the competition before, didn't I mention that I plan to use your competition designs as the main series of our year-end show?" Yvonne smiled and continued, "Other than that, for the remaining new products, you can just come up with another batch of designs. The pressure isn't that huge; it's only a matter of courage.""But …" Nicole had assumed that Yvonne had only said that to console them when they'd been eliminated. She'd never thought that Yvonne had truly meant it. Nicole was ambitious, but she was also afraid. After all, the year-end show was extremely important to a jewelry bran

Two days later, Yvonne sat on the plane to Sardonia. She put on her eye mask and was just about to go to sleep when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around in confusion to see Curtis. She was stunned. "Why are you …"Curtis looked icy as usual. "I'm your bodyguard on this trip back.""There's no need, I …""Are you asking me to jump off the plane right now?"Yvonne was speechless. She smiled helplessly and said, "Okay. If you really want to come along,""Hmm." Curtis responded before leaning back. He crossed his arms across his chest and said coolly, "You can rest now."Yvonne was perplexed. This was the first time she'd encountered a bodyguard who gave her commands. It was an 11-hour flight. Yvonne slept and woke up a couple of times. Her quality of sleep hadn't been that great, so she was still yawning after she landed.Through tears welling up from the yawn, Yvonne saw a familiar figure by the arrival area. She wiped away her tears to see that cold and gorgeous face

Xenia's Auction was on a small island in Sardonia. Since the auction was held there, even though the island was far away from the city, it had all the amenities. For many years, the upper-class society had visited the island many times. After a while, it started to appear as though nobles also owned the island.The hotel had sent their staff over to pick up guests, all in Lincoln limousines. The island sure was wealthy. Yvonne hadn't been to the island for a long time. As she stood by the docks, looking at the buildings on the island far away, it felt strange to her. She'd only been gone for a few months, yet it felt like a lifetime. She'd almost forgotten what she'd been like when she'd still been Ms. Y.Soon, she collected her thoughts and followed Gwen into the limousine. Although it was called a hotel, in reality, it was made up of many two-story villas stretching over a huge plot of land. Yvonne had one of the quietest and most remote ones, where she'd once spent three years.

Arthur shook his head. "No. This manager stayed behind the screen at every auction. We'll only be able to meet the manager when they are auctioning off their items."Caleb was stunned. "So, you don't even know if the manager is a man or a woman?"Arthur cleared his throat. "Those who go to the auction will have to sign an NDA. They can't say anything."All these years, the manager had only auctioned three items, and all of them were worth a fortune. Those who were into antique collections could boast about it for the rest of their lives if they ever met the manager.Although Arthur liked collecting antiques, he didn't spend all his money on them. Yet this time, he'd come here with the utmost confidence. He must meet the manager! Arthur combed through his beard. "Once I get the Eight Saints figurines, I'll take you two to meet the manager."Caleb smiled. "Then I'll congratulate you in advance!"…Three days later, the island was drenched in cold rain. The auction went on as usual

In the end, the Eight Saints figurines were sold for 380 million dollars.Arthur got what he wanted. He took Xavier and Caleb to meet the manager and finish up the deal. The moment they entered the room, they were told that the manager had to leave at the last minute and couldn't entertain them.Arthur was instantly furious. "What sort of manager is this? I have spent so much money, yet they can't even come and greet me? What could be more important than me right now?""Please calm down; she indeed had something important to deal with. It will be the same thing if you deal with me. It won't—""I don't care! Wait a second …" Arthur was stunned. "The manager is a woman?""Yes." The auction staff nodded. "She's the director of the auction house too. She'd instructed us to treat you with utmost importance."Arthur was shocked. He'd always been under the impression that the manager was a man. After all, those who were at this level of antique collecting were mostly men. Yet this woman

Behind the screen, Mark sat casually, placing his crossed legs on the desk. He had a perfect face with an air of impetuosity.He was in a black shirt and long pants, with his shirt unbuttoned three buttons down, showing off his chest and some of his tattoos. The tattoo of a fallen angel against his fair skin made him seem even more dangerous. The rosary in his hands was a huge juxtaposition to his tattoos, yet it didn't seem out of place.If one were to describe him, it would be both good and evil.Hearing Yvonne walk closer to him, Mark lazily looked up and smiled. The fear Yvonne had for him was still deeply embedded in her. In a short while, her back was already sweating profusely."Yvonne, how long have you been with the Emerald Group?" Mark asked."12 years.""12 years …" Mark's tone gradually turned hostile. "12 years, and yet you still haven't learned to obey the rules. You sure are stupid."At that point, there was no turning back. Yvonne stood up courageously and looked

The cold rain outside reflected Yvonne's tone. Mark listened to her talk quietly. He held the rosary in his hand, lazily fidgeting with it. Yvonne finished talking, but before Mark could reply, there was a loud commotion outside the door. Then the door was kicked down with a loud bang.Curtis didn't care about the bodyguards stopping him. He stormed into the room. "Ms. …" The next second, a dagger flew across him, past his neck, and directly into the frame of the door.Curtis jumped and stood there in a daze.Gwen frantically went forward and apologized without daring to look Mark in the eye. "Mark, I'm sorry, my men lack education. I will surely teach them properly."Yvonne also pleaded. "Mark, Curtis is my bodyguard. He was only worried for my safety. Don't …""Oh, your bodyguard?" Mark looked at Curtis with a raised eyebrow. "How bold of him."Curtis gulped. Facing such a terrifying force, the courage that he'd mustered out of desperation was all gone."It's pointless to ha

Yvonne led Gwen and Curtis to a lounge room to sit. She recounted her conversation with Mark to them in a simple manner. Of course, she decided to omit the details of how she'd managed to get an opportunity to talk to Mark when his dagger was pointing at her. Yvonne knew clearly that the less one knew about matters regarding Emerald Group's fall, the better."I will no longer be under the Group's control. I can still maintain my Ms. Y persona. Also, Mark said he wanted to buy in. He meant the medical institution that I own. You see, even he wants to buy in. That means he won't come after me. Who wouldn't like the money?" Yvonne said with a smile, but Gwen rolled her eyes at her."Do you really think Mark lacks money? He's only buying in to monitor you. If he has any leverage against you in the future, you will surely have to pay the price for your recklessness and naivety tonight!"Curtis was feeling guilty when he heard what Gwen said. "Did I screw things up?" If he hadn't stormed

Taking the car to the hotel, Old Mr. Robinson and the others walked deep into the villas until they noticed a quiet, remote courtyard. As the house staff guided them, they entered the villa and changed into indoor slippers before heading to the tearoom in the backyard. Although it was called a tearoom, it was more like a greenhouse. As they pulled apart the beaded curtains, the aroma of flowers wafted into their noses. Arthur took a deep breath. He was just about to praise the manager for having such elegant taste when he saw a familiar figure standing behind the flowers.Yvonne plucked a flower and looked at the group of people. She smiled. "You're here."Arthur was stunned. Why was Yvonne here? Xavier was equally surprised, but Caleb was calmer than them. He smiled as if waiting to see what was going to happen next.Yvonne was in a simple gown that day, and she looked extremely elegant as she stood among the flowers. While Arthur and Xavier were still stunned, Yvonne calmly wa

Yvonne had predicted that Arthur would react like this. She shrugged casually. "I am indeed not better than you, but I still have the right to hold onto the Eight Saints figurines.""How dare you!" Arthur glared. "I won the bid for the Eight Saints figurines! What right do you have to hold onto it?""The fact that I'm in charge of it." Yvonne indifferently poured herself some tea and blew on the cup. "I'm not in a hurry to sell the Eight Saints figurines. Without you, there will still be other people who will come up with a high price. Since you're an old customer, I'm sure you know that Xenia's Auction rules this island, and I make the rules," Yvonne said sternly.At that moment, Arthur completely panicked. He started to believe every single word she said. He held onto this walking stick tightly and said through gritted teeth, "It was Kayla. She didn't want to see you and Xavier together in the same place."Xavier looked at Arthur, amused. "Isn't that enough? Is there anything e