Chapter 31 May I Ask Who You Are, Sir?

Claire's POV

A surge of tightness gripped my heart as I turned back to exchange a glance with Anne. Her eyes, too, were filled with nervousness.

"Why would she want to see you?" Anne frowned, "Surely it's not with good intentions! Be careful."

"It's fine," I said with composed calmness as I walked into Sarah's office.
Sarah had deliberately opened all the venetian blinds and left the door ajar, making everything inside clearly visible to those outside. It seemed Sarah did not intend to corner her after all, not with all these pairs of eyes watching.

"Claire, this gentleman is Mr. Morgan from the Moonlight Group," Sarah said with a smile. "Mr. Morgan, this is our company's top salesperson of the month!"

I greeted him with a polite nod and a smile, yet the more I looked at Sarah's expression, the more Anne's words echoed in my mind.

She was up to no good...

Bob was a gentle middle-aged man. From the moment I stepped into the room, his gaze had been fixed on the ring on my finger, never shifting away.

"Lucky you, Claire!" Sarah's lips curled into a smirk. "Don't let Mr. Morgan's business persona fool you. He has made significant achievements in the appraisal of diamonds and jewelry! Mr. Morgan is also a permanent board member of the jewelry association; many jewelry stores have invited him for appraisals. Hmm, his eyes are as precise as scientific instruments. One glance and he can tell if it's authentic!"

"Mr. Morgan," she turned to face Bob, "what do you think of that ring on her hand?"

My heart pounded, and I instinctively covered the ring on my finger.

Bob stood up, offering a polite smile, "Miss Watson, may I take a closer look?"

I hesitated, and by that time, curious colleagues had already started peering in from outside. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, a cold smirk on her lips, clearly enjoying the drama.

"Mr. Morgan, the ring is not of any value," I spoke softly, "It's just something I wear for fun, nothing special. It's not worth your examination."

"Is that so?" Sarah's sharp voice pierced the air. "Hmm, but just a moment ago, someone told me it's her wedding ring!"

"Why be so stingy? Mr. Morgan is interested in jewelry and diamonds; just let him have a look! He's a big client for our company; you wouldn't want to offend him."

Taking a deep breath, I finally understood the real reason why Sarah had opened all the doors and windows.

I paused for a few seconds, expressionless, and took off the ring, placing it on the desk.

Bob smiled, first putting on a pair of white gloves, then took out a professional jeweler's loupe from his bag and carefully examined the ring.

However, the longer he looked, the more alarming his expression became.

My heart was fluttering with unease; Colin had told me just last night that the ring wasn’t worth much... And now Sarah brings in some sort of jewelry expert, isn't it just to have him declare that the ring is a fake and humiliate me in public?

“Miss Watson,” Bob suddenly spoke up, “where did this ring come from?”

His face was a mix of seriousness and shock, which I found quite strange.

“It was a gift from my husband, my wedding ring. Is there an issue?”

Bob widened his eyes, “May I ask from which family your husband hails?”

I frowned, perplexed by the random question, but still maintained a polite exterior and quietly answered, “the Henderson family.”

Bob paused; his eyes still clouded with doubt that seemed to deepen. Many thoughts racing through his mind.

“How could it be? The subtle and unassuming totem on the ring setting was clearly the insignia of the Rock pack Morris family!

If I’m not mistaken, this ring must be crafted by the Morris family, and the Rock pack is one of the top jewelers in the industry.”

Sarah also noticed Bob’s unusual demeanor and couldn't help but ask, “Mr. Morgan, what's the issue with this ring? Hmm, is it a fake?”

The crowd outside that had gathered to spectate grew, buzzing with speculation.

Biting my lip discreetly, I slid the ring back onto my ring finger without drawing attention.

“This ring is not only genuine, but also extremely valuable,” Bob stated as he took off his gloves. “This gemstone is a Siberian pink diamond, and the setting is likely made of pure gold from the Humar River mines. Although the design is antique, its value is considerable.”

“What?” Sarah's face paled, “Su... Mr. Morgan, are you sure of what you're seeing?”

“Really, Sarah, are you questioning my professional expertise?”

“No, no, I didn't mean...”

Bob glanced at Sarah with slight annoyance, then turned back to me with a full smile, “Miss Watson, this Siberian pink diamond is exceedingly rare in both hardness, purity, and size. If taken to a Christie’s auction, its value would be inestimable!”

I was taken aback by his words.

Even those outside who had initially come for the entertainment were stunned, whispering to each other with a mixture of awe and envy, and their gazes towards me became more complex.

“I've heard that Miss Watson's sales plan is exceptional; coincidentally, I have some business I’d like to discuss thoroughly with your company. Would she be available now?” he asked Sarah.

I was momentarily stunned, looking up into Bob’s kind eyes.

I laughed softly – business opportunities coming to my door, why would I refuse them!

“Please wait for me in the meeting room, Mr. Morgan. I’ll make you tea and also bring over the sales plan we discussed earlier.”