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Chapter 77

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That night, I slept peacefully–no dreams, just thefort of a deep, restful sleep.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I wasn’t sure if Logan would agree to be my date, but I had already passed the decision to him. Whatever his answer would be, I no longer had to worry about it. The burden of that choice was no longer mine.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The next morning, I woke up to the quiet light of dawn and instinctively reached for my phone. As I unlocked it, I saw a string of missed calls from an unknown number. Several messages on WhatsApp filled my screen as well.</font></font>Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">My expression darkened as I quickly blocked them all.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">There was a good chance that these calls were from Elijah, trying to reach me again. But I had no desire to reconnect with him.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">2 and</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Every interaction with Elijah left me feeling minor as if I were beneath him, constantly reminded of ins arrogance and his belief that he was always in control. It was time to change my phone numb for all.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I got out of bed, freshened up, and went downstairs for breakfast. In the kitchen, Teri was already up. and he was chatting with Lora as she picked at her food.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When she saw me, her face lit up mischievously. “Ah, the illustrious Ms. York graces us with her presence! What’s on the agenda today? Your loyal servant is ready for duty, 24/7!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I couldn’t help butugh as I joined her, grabbing a sandwich from the table.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m thinking of selling off more of my luxury items. This time, I’m getting rid of all that pretentious, overpriced jewelry,” I said between bites.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri frowned. “But those second–hand shops barely give you anything for it! Jewelry worth 20 or 30 thousand dors? You’ll be lucky to get a fraction of that, maybe a couple thousand at best.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Why not just keep it? You’ve saved up a bit of cash, so there’s no rush to sell.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I shook my head, resolute. “No. I can’t stand having them around,”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri sighed, clearly exasperated but unwilling to argue further. “Fine. If that’s how you feel, we’ll sell them.” I nodded. But, suddenly, I had a thought and asked. “Teri, would youe with me to buy a new dress?” Teri narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Wait. You’re going to that ridiculous wee–home party, aren’t you?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">1 hesitated but eventually nodded.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri groaned, already objecting. “Just wear one of those couture gowns you’ve barely touched. Do you think Jocelyn isn’t going to show up dressed to steal the spotlight? She’ll be dripping in designer clothes, trying to outshine everyone.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I nodded again, though this time more reluctantly.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, Teri wasn’t finished. “Honestly, though, why bother going? It’s clearly a setup. A trap. You walk in there, and Jocelyn’s just going to humiliate you. It’s not worth it.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Her words hit home, and I couldn’t help but reconsider, Maybe Teri was right. After breakfast, we packed up the jewelry I wanted to sell and headed to the same luxury resale store we’d visitedst time.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">This time, we felt more at ease: After all, it was no longer unfamiliar territory for us,</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">2/2</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">We were ushered into the VIP room again and treated with the same courtesy as before.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">An older appraiser greeted us this time, his expression professional and thorough. He examined each piece of jewelry with meticulous care before nodding in approval.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“They appear to be authentic, but the more valuable ones will require further verification,” he said, ncing up from his work.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I pulled out the receipts and certificates, sliding them across the table. “They’re all genuine from the boutiques,” I confirmed.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The appraiser nced at the paperwork and nodded. “Yes, these are indeed authentic and from boutique stores. However, if I may ask, Ms. York, why are you selling this collection? The resale value is generally quite low, and these pieces are difficult to find again if you ever wish to repurchase them.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He sounded earnest, genuinely trying to offer advice. “If you’re not under any immediate financial pressure, I’d suggest keeping a few for yourself,” he added.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, I was resolute. “No. I don’t want them anymore,” I said firmly.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The appraiser, seeing that I wouldn’t be swayed, nodded and stopped pressing the matter,</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just then, the door swung open abruptly, and Evelyn’s mocking voice echoed through the room.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Of course, she’s under financial pressure! Why else would she be selling off her precious jewelry?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">frowned and looked up.</font></font>
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