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    “Please, put that down!”


    Julesughed off her anxiety.


    “Is that really necessary? It’s hardly a relic.” He observed as Corrine carefully ced the tiara back into its case.


    “I heard the news thatst night, a wealthy idiot paid billions for a tiara replica. I didn’t expect you to be that rich fool.”


    Corrine was at a loss for words.


    “Be straight with me. Is there a hidden treasure map inside?” Jules asked, his curiosity piqued. He was well aware that Corrine wouldn’t make a losing bet. Given the huge sum she’d spent on the tiara, Jules suspected it harbored some secret value.


    Corrine took arge bite of an egg tart and responded with a t, “Noment.”


    Jules didn’t push further. Instead, he sighed casually.


    “Well, about that matter you wanted me to look into…”


    Corrine’s interest was piqued immediately.


    “What have you uncovered?”


    Jules raised his eyebrow, smiling mischievously.


    “Noment.”


    Corrine found herself speechless. Her faint smile sent chills down Jules’ spine. Despite her seemingly delicate demeanor, Jules was aware of her cunning nature. He suspected she had ns in ce that would make his life exceedingly difficult.


    Unable to contain himself, Jules finally answered, “I’ve reorganized the timeline of the entire incident and came across some leads. Remember the widely publicized shootout in Forestvale five years ago? That night, a group appeared, apparently searching for someone. They intended to ensnare their quarry in a trap, but their ns backfired disastrously. I’m convinced the individual who rescued you that night was their actual target.”


    “And then?” Corrine’s brow creased with concern.


    Jules squinted, saying, “It’s a miracle I even found these leads. Myptop got hacked just because I looked into this.”


    “I see,” Corrine responded.


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    A flicker of annoyance crossed Jules’ face as he nearly jumped from his seat. Suddenly, another knock echoed at the apartment door.


    Standing up, Corrine walked over and nced through the peephole.


    “Jacob,” she quickly opened the door and invited him in.


    “Jacob, please,e inside.”


    “Good morning, Miss Hond,” Jacob offered his greetings with respect. Catching sight of Jules on the couch, Jacob gave a small nod.


    “Morning, Mr. Ford.”


    “It’s been a while, Jacob,” Jules said cheerfully, waving.


    “I’ve brought the blue diamond, Miss Hond,” Jacob said, bringing out a silver briefcase.


    He clicked it open to unveil a ck velvet box inside.


    Inside the boxy the rare 15.1-carat rectangr step-cut blue diamond.


    “Thank you,” Corrine said.


    Jacob returned the smile.


    “It’s part of my job.”


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