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    The jewelry boutique stood among Wront’s oldest and most respected establishments. Although it couldn’t match the grandeur of Radiant Jewels or Annie Crystal, it still carried a respectable weight in the city’s jewelry scene. Rosanna strode to the front desk and gave the receptionist her appointment details.


    Momentster, Vincenzo, having been alerted, made his way down from the second floor.


    “You must be Miss Morgan, right?” he asked with courteous ease as he approached.


    Rosanna arched a brow, her expression tinged with pride. “Yes.”


    Without missing a beat, Vincenzo guided her to the VIP lounge, instructing the staff to serve her coffee and an assortment of refreshments.


    Once she wasfortably settled and thoroughly pampered, Vincenzo kept his pleasant smile intact. “Miss Morgan, did you bring the item I requested?”


    From her bag, Rosanna retrieved a carefully wrapped bracelet. As she extended her hand, she suddenly pulled back, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Are you really prepared to pay two hundred and forty million dors for this bracelet?”


    Vincenzo’s face didn’t so much as twitch; his voice remained steady. “Yes.”


    “Well… transfer the money first. Once I confirm the funds are in my ount, I’ll give you the bracelet,” Rosanna said, pretending to stay calm even though she wasn’t used to handling deals like this.


    Vincenzo let out a soft chuckle. “Please rest assured, Miss Morgan. Once the bracelet is authenticated and proven genuine, the full amount will be transferred to you.”


    “Authenticate?” Rosanna’s frown deepened slightly.


    “Miss Morgan, you must know that authenticating valuable jewelry is standard practice before any purchase. Without it, how could I be sure what you’re offering is genuine and not a counterfeit?” Vincenzo’s expression stayedposed and unreadable, as if he were merelymenting on a matter of routine.


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    Rosanna thought for a moment. It did make sense.


    After all, two hundred and forty million wasn’t pocket change. It was only natural for the buyer to proceed with caution.


    Her eyes wandered across the boutique, taking in the vintage decor that whispered of Wront’s history.


    Standing before her, Vincenzo looked every inch the part of a refined gentleman, his understated luxury speaking louder than any shy disy.


    He didn’t seem like the type to deceive her.


    Swayed by her own reasoning, Rosanna asked, “How will the authentication be done?”


    Vincenzo motioned toward the rear of the second floor. “We have a fully equipped authentication room with professional appraisers and advanced tools. Miss Morgan, you only need to wait here a short while.”


    Rosanna followed his gesture with her eyes. “Can I observe the authentication?”


    “Apologies, Miss Morgan. Only certified appraisers are allowed inside, due to the delicate nature of the instruments. However, the process is recorded, and you’re wee to review the footage whenever you wish.”


    That exnation finally eased the knot of worry in Rosanna’s chest.


    She had studied jewelry design in college and knew firsthand how meticulous authentication work could be.


    Even a minor error could spell disaster. The more experienced the appraiser, the less interference they tolerated.


    And boutiques of this caliber certainly didn’t hire amateurs.


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