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At that moment, his assistant, Zane, entered the room.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Ford?”
With an air of casual authority tinged with an undercurrent of seriousness, Jaydenmanded, “I need you to put the Ashton family in their ce.”
Zane immediately sensed the anger behind Jayden’s calm facade. This directive was personal, a protective measure for Corrine.
“Understood, Mr. Ford.”
After Corrine disconnected the call, she began to think about the perfect birthday gift for her aunt.
Her aunt, Chelsea Ford, was the eldest daughter of the Hoffman family before marrying Jayden. Her father, William Hoffman, believed invishing his daughters with the best of everything while teaching his sons the virtue of thrift. Thus, Chelsea always experienced the best life had to offer, from her lifestyle to her education. This upbringing did not spoil her; instead, it shaped her into someone always ready to lend a hand and who despised injustice. Since bing a member of the Ford family, Chelsea had shown restraint, focusing on her family and supporting her husband. She had a special affection for Corrine, treating her more like a daughter than a niece, even more warmly than she treated her own son, Jules.
When Corrine was ready to cut ties with the Ford family for Bruce, Chelsea was her sole supporter, encouraging her to follow her heart. During the years Corrine spent away from the Ford family, Chelsea regrly invited her to dine and talk, even offering financial help from her personal savings. Ultimately, worried about the consequences Chelsea might face from Carl and Jayden, Corrine reluctantly turned down the assistance.
Reflecting on those decisions, Corrine now realized the mistake of turning away from those who genuinely cared about her for someone who didn’t deserve her devotion. She exhaled quietly, retrieved her phone, and ced a call.
Aposed and respectful voice came through the line.
“Miss Hond.”
“Jacob, could you check the next auctions for any exceptional items?” Corrine asked.
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Jacob Moore, who had managed Corrine’s assets and investments for years and was adept at scouting for noteworthy antiques at significant auctions, was ready with his update.
Jacob promptly replied, “I’ve scanned the lists for the uing auctions, and currently, there’s nothing particrly outstanding. The pieces mostly appear to be replicas with limited investment appeal.”
Corrine chuckled softly, realizing there had been a slight misunderstanding.
“I’m looking for a gift, not an addition to my collection.”
Jacob hesitated momentarily upon hearing this.
“The recent catalog mostly features jewelry. It might be best if you reviewed the selection yourself, Miss Hond.”
Sensing an underlying message in his tone, Corrine’s curiosity was piqued.
“Is there a particr piece you think is noteworthy?”
Jacob replied, a hint of intrigue in his voice, “Actually, there is one item that might interest you, Miss Hond.”
“And what might that be?”
“It’s a tiara,” Jacob exined smoothly.
“It has been showing up at several auctions over the past few months, but it remains unsold due to its high opening bid. While it’smon for the prices of items to be reduced if they don’t sell, the price of this tiara has actually increased, starting from 20 million and now up to 60 million.”
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