Normally, those who love jewelry and enjoy collecting it, when receiving a good piece, would treat it like a treasure, almost wishing to merge it into their own flesh and bones, right?
However, the Countess's fingers, while holding it, seemed like two stiff chopsticks clamping an egg, and most bizarrely, he seemed to notice calluses on her fingertips.
Countess?
"Madam, have you looked over it and found no issues? Can we make a deal now?"
"Yes, it's definitely genuine!"
A smile appeared on the face of the blonde, blue-eyed woman, and soon, she was about to take the jewel into her hand.
At the critical moment, suddenly, a slender finger with distinct bones reached out and pressed the brocade box in her hand: "No rush, Mr. Liang, why don't we take a look at the money in her suitcase first?"
Money?
Mr. Liang turned his head to look at the man with gold-rimmed glasses beside him, whose appearance was especially refined and elegant: "Mr. Lin, do you mean...?"
