GoodNovelChapter 790:
“The necklace pales in comparison to your beauty,” he murmured.
Carrie blinked, her vision slightly blurred by the emotion swelling in her chest.
“Thank you, Arion.”
A lump formed in her throat, but she refused to let her emotions spill over—not here, not in front of so many
watching eyes.
Tilting her head back slightly, she fought back the tears threatening to ruin her perfectly applied makeup.
Kody, standing nearby, watched as Carrie adjusted her jewelry before stepping forward with a shoebox-sized
package in hand.
“I don’t know much about jewelry,” he admitted, his voice even.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“But this is an apartment building in the city center. Once you move your company to Isonridge, you can use it
as housing for your employees.”
He paused before continuing.
“We've also chosen a location for your company, which is in an office building currently under construction next
door.”
Reece walked over, smiling.
“The office building is a gift from me, but the ownership certificate isn’t available yet, so here's the purchase
contract for now.”
He pulled out a rolled-up contract, tied neatly with a ribbon, and handed it to her.
Carrie reached out, accepting both the box and the contract with trembling fingers.
The warmth from the box seeped into her skin, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Even when a servant approached, offering to take the items for safekeeping, she instinctively held on tighter,
reluctant to let go.
Reece, catching the momentary flicker of emotion in her eyes, gave her hand a reassuring pat before gently
taking the box from her and handing it over to the servant.
“There are still other parts of the ceremony,” he reminded her, his tone kind.
Carrie took a breath, steadying herself before nodding and stepping forward alongside him.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the room changed. For the first tthat evening, no one dared to look down
on Carrie.
The jade bracelet on her wrist wasn’t just a piece of jewelry. It had once belonged to Mrs. Norris.
A woman who had been one of the most powerful and revered figures in Isonridge. Even in her later years, her
word carried more weight than Josh Morrison's.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow, that spriceless heirloom was sitting on Carrie's wrist. It was a silent declaration—Carrie was not just a
newly acknowledged Morrison. She could now represent the family itself.
Even Torrie, who had witnessed and navigated countless social games, couldn't mask her emotions. Her forced
smile wavered at the corners, threatening to slip into a grimace.
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