Although she had a faint suspicion in her heart that it was Mark Reed who sent someone to buy it, she had no evidence, and could only think about it.
Leaving the department store with the 90,000 yuan diamond ring, Valentine Teller felt far from happy, her mood very low.
"Got such a windfall and you're still not happy?" Pirrer scrutinized Valentine's face, his brows furrowed tightly. If it had been anyone else, they would have been jumping for joy.
Happy?
Could she really be happy? Such an unclear thing, holding it felt like a hot potato; if she didn't want it, the jewelry company profited, but if she took it, her heart was troubled and uneasy.
"If one day you found tens of thousands of dollars on the road, could you really be happy and not worry it's someone else's trap?"
If it was a trap, she had already stepped into it, just waiting for the hunter to close the net, to find out what the real intention was.
