?<strong>Chapter 935:</strong>


    “It’s fine. My brothers are here. Go take care of your business.”


    Daxton cast a quick nce around the banquet hall, his gaze briefly sweeping over the Morrison brothers. His eyes instinctively searched for Kristopher, but at that moment, Kristopher was nowhere in sight—likely still apanying Aliza to the restroom.


    If he had known Kristopher was also here, he definitely would not have left at that time.


    Offering a fewst words of instruction, Daxton bid farewell to the Morrison family and exited the hall.


    Meanwhile, in the restroom, Aliza had just entered a stall when she heard the sound of another stall door opening. Two women emerged, their conversation drifting clearly through the quiet space.


    “Did you see that green diamond ne on Carrie’s neck?” One of the women, her voice sharp and eager, spoke first.


    “I remember that loose diamond being auctioned for eight million. Who knows how much it’s worth now that it’s been designed and set?”


    The second woman, whose voice was deeper and more mature, responded with a knowing chuckle.


    “Forget the ne. Did you see the watch on her wrist?”


    The younger woman sounded unimpressed.


    “I nced at it. Looked like a ssic Van Cleef & Arpels—not that special. Honestly, it’s probably not even as expensive as her dress.”


    The older womanughed.


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    “That’s where you’re wrong. You’re too young; you don’t pay attention to details.”


    Lowering her voice slightly, she continued, “The watch itself isn’t what’s special—it’s the band. The strap is lined with green diamonds, at least ten of them. They’re smaller than the one in her ne, but a full row like that? Easily worth over ten million.”


    A small gasp. Then a click of the tongue.


    “You’re sharp, Auntie. You knew the Morrison and Hinks families would be attending tonight, so you made sure to research their outfits. Smart move—anyone who identally wears the same thing as them would be humiliated.”


    The older womanughed lightly, pleased with thepliment.


    “Exactly. Just look at that woman from the Herrera family—socially shunned by all of Isonridge’s elite. And yet, somehow, she managed to cozy up to the Hinks family’s adopted daughter and wrangle an invite to this party.” Her voice dripped with disdain.


    “The green jewel on her neck looks like a cheap imitationpared to Carrie’s diamond.”


    A trace of jealousy crept into the younger woman’s tone.


    “Ugh, I’ve never liked her. Her ne is on par with mine tonight. Who does she think she is, wearing jewelry of the same level as me?” She scoffed.


    “Good thing she ended up choosing the same color as Carrie. That’ll teach her a lesson—she’ll always be second-best.”


    The older woman added slyly, “Speaking of which, that Herrera daughter does have some tricks up her sleeve, managing totch onto Kristopher. That man is really something else. Despiteing from a backwater ce like Orkset, he managed to amass such wealth. That takes talent.”


    “He’s just a small-town tycoon—nothing special.” The younger woman rolled her eyes dismissively.


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