"Young man, I'll give you thirty-two million for it!"
The moment she heard Stella Vane's warning to Quinn Thorne, Evelyn Harper called out the highest bid without hesitation. She had no choice. Her shops were desperately short of quality material, and even if she broke even on the deal, a stone like this would help her retain the mid-to-high-end clientele she'd been hemorrhaging for months.
At that price, no one else stepped forward. Nobody in this business made moves that guaranteed a loss.
Arthur Kingsley wrestled with the urge to reclaim the stone that had once belonged to him, turning the number over in his mind again and again. But every time the words rose in his throat, he swallowed them back down. Paying a fortune to buy back his own discarded dead waste would make him the laugh
