?Chapter 413:
“You… you have suitable jewelry?” Jonah raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his voice. “Ellie, just a reminder that the pieces for the show not only need to fit our style guidelines but must also be free of any copyright issues.”
“It’s a private collection, no copyright concerns,” Ellie replied.
How could she have suddenly found a private collection?
Jonah was brimming with questions, but this wasn’t the time to ask.
“Okay! How many people do we need to send to pick up the jewelry? How many bulletproof vehicles should we summon? Where is it?”
“No need for all that,” Ellie said, her attention on her phone as she typed away. “Cars are too slow.” She muttered, “I’ll have it sent over by helicopter.”
Jonah was speechless. His confusion grew, but Ellie seemed mentally stable, not delusional.
Two hourster, a helicopter descended onto the empty area adjacent to the exhibition hall. A group of sturdy men carried five or six wooden boxes, each about half a meter in height.
To save time, Ellie instructed the models to get in position while she opened the wooden boxes. One by one, Ellie retrieved exquisite pieces of collector’s jewelry from the in-looking wooden boxes. Each piece was carefullyid on a bed of ck velvet inside the box.
Transporting jewelry in wooden boxes like ordinary goods?
Everyone present could only think of one word: Unbelievable!
“This sapphire pendant looks strikingly simr to the Ocean Age that was auctioned off by a mysterious tycoon at Sotheby’s three years ago…” Jonah murmured as his gaze fell on the sparkling sapphire ne.
Ellie nced at it casually and replied, “That is the Ocean Age.”
She took out thest piece of jewelry from the box. But Jonah was still fixated on the origin of the jewelry. His eyes widened as he pointed at another set ofvish diamond earrings and a headband that Ellie had just taken out, asking in a shaky voice, “Is this the Snow Rose, auctioned by Christie’sst year? Is this item genuine?”
“Of course,” Ellie smiled.
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Over the past few years, Ellie had instructed her fund manager to purchase these jewels for their collection value and potential appreciation. They could also be given out as gifts if needed, but at the moment, they served another purpose. Ellie was well-versed in the styles of these jewels, easily finding matches and cing them on the models with practiced precision.
“Ellie, you do know that hijacking a tycoon is illegal, right?” Jonah ventured, his words echoing the thoughts of everyone present.
As she ced a ne on the model, Ellie chuckled and reassured him, “Don’t worry, these are my friend’s collections. I am borrowing them for the time being.”
“I know Freddy well, and he’s not that rich,” Jonah’s tone was still cautious and wary.
“It’s not Freddy, it’s another friend of mine.” Jonah stared at her, feeling numb. Why couldn’t he have such a wealthy friend?
“Should we arrange for more security?” It suddenly urred to Jonah that having such priceless jewels in one ce could make them vulnerable to robbery.
“Security has already been arranged outside the venue,” Ellie informed him.
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