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    Before Dalton’s trip overseas, Brenna had given him a rescue robot designed for emergencies in remote areas—a gift that ended up saving his entire team when danger struck. In return, Dalton had sent Brenna the bracelet as a token of gratitude.


    “Can I see it?” Sandra asked, her tone light but her mind already racing. She knew that in the Harper family, the phrase “nothing extravagant” usually described something worth millions.


    If the bracelet had truly been cheap—merely a few hundred or even a few thousand—they wouldn’t have given it a second nce.


    “Of course,” Brenna agreed without hesitation.


    She and Sandra made their way to her bedroom, where a courier box rested on the desk. Brenna opened the ps. Inside,yers of bubble wrap guarded something fragile and precious.


    As she unwrapped it carefully, the faint shimmer of red packaging appeared. She flipped open the lid, and nestled inside was an emerald bracelet. Under the warm glow of themp, the gemstone glimmered softly, casting green reflections that danced along the room’s walls.


    It was breathtaking. The kind of beauty that demanded silence, as if words would only cheapen it. To call it beautiful would have been too simple.


    Although Sandra knew little about jade, she could still recognize the difference between her own ne and Brenna’s bracelet. Both were emerald, yet the stones on the bracelet gleamed with a rity and brilliance that made hers seem dull inparison.


    Even without asking, she understood the bracelet had to cost a fortune. The bracelet looked so exquisite, so valuable, that she couldn’t take her eyes off it. She admired it deeply, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch it, yet she held back. The thought of even a scratch made her stomach tighten. If she broke it, no apology or payment could make up for it.


    Under Sandra’s envious gaze, Brenna fastened the bracelet around her left wrist. The cool green stone seemed toe alive against her smooth skin. This was the real thing. The kind of masterpiece that collectors fought over.


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    What did hers even count as now? A cheap trinket?


    Moments ago, she had been proud of it, believing the ne was a fine piece, maybe evenparable to what the Harper family might wear. But as she looked at Brenna’s bracelet, the illusion shattered. Only then did she understand how naive she had been and how narrow her sense of luxury was. She had neverid eyes on anything truly fine in her life before.


    “It’s so beautiful!” she gasped, her gaze glued to the bracelet on Brenna’s wrist.


    Brenna set the empty red box aside, and beneath it, a slip of paper peeked out. It was a delivery receipt from the auction house. Sandra’s eyesnded on it by chance. Before she could stop herself, curiosity tugged at her hand, and she picked it up. Her eyes scanned the printed numbers. The first digit was a one. The second, an eight. Then came a long, dizzying line of zeros.


    She blinked and counted. Seven zeros.


    “My God, a bracelet for 180 million!” Sandra blurted out, her jaw nearly dropping as she stared at the slip in disbelief. Her mind reeled, and before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out. “How can a bracelet in this world be that expensive?”


    Brenna lifted her wrist slightly and turned it under the warm light. “There isn’t a single w in it. No cloudiness, no cottony threads inside. It’spletely clear. That’s why it’s worth the price.”


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