Amid this suffocating silence, the butler rushed in panting heavily.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was holding a long rectangular gift box tightly in his arms.
"Master! The gift has arrived! It's the necklace you specially ordered for the second Miss! It just arrived by courier, personally delivered by the jewelry company!"
Tristan Lowell still didn't say a word, nor did he lift his eyelids; he just coldly raised his chin slightly in Cora Lowell's direction.
Cora Lowell took the box.
She gently lifted the box lid, the metal clasp popped open with a "click," revealing the necklace lying quietly inside.
It was a diamond necklace.
The chain was platinum, and the cut was precise.
But the main diamond set on it emitted a grayish-white light.
When the light struck it, it didn't even shine.
Instead, it exuded a cheap plastic feel.
She weighed it, and the weight was surprisingly light, almost imperceptible.
This thing, even six figures would be too much.
