Chapter 1084

“Alright,” Erica agreed, opening the lid of the gift box. A finely crafted brooch lay inside. It was shaped like an orchid, with a sleek stem that curved gracefully. The centerpiece was adorned with tiny diamonds, sparkling like crystal-clear glass. Their high quality was plain to see.

Erica muttered, “This brooch is pretty, but isn’t it a bit plain? Why would Drake give you this? And the pin is so sharp. It could hurt you.”

“Let me see it.” Debra reached out her hand, and Erica placed the brooch in her palm. She examined it closely, turning it in the light. The tiny diamonds were expertly cut, their brilliance evident from every angle. It would take a highly skilled craftsman to produce something like this. The orchid design was elegant, with a touch of mysterious allure.

“Drake doesn’t have this kind of taste. This probably wasn’t from him.”

“Who was it then?”

Erica leaned closer to get a better look, but there was nothing special beyond its beauty.

“Keep it safe for me. I like it,” Debra said.

Erica nodded. “Alright.”

In a car outside, Juan glanced at a ring in his hand. The diamond that once adorned it was gone, leaving only the band. Yet a smile tugged at his mouth. ‘Maybe, this is the best outcome,’ he thought. The doorman saw him off and happily counted the money when a sleek sports car pulled up. A stylish man stepped out, catching his attention. It was Michael, wearing sunglasses and a white, trendy suit adorned with silver sequins. His manager followed close behind.

“You have to walk the red carpet tonight.”

“It’s just a wedding. No rush.”

“A wedding? What if the paparazzi catch you? Then Ms. Frazier will be on my case again.”

The manager tried to stop Michael, but he had already made his way to the hotel entrance. The doorman was astounded as he recognized Michael. He instinctively wanted to ask for an autograph, but a motorcycle screeched to a stop right in front of him. The rider’s voice was muffled behind the helmet. “Deliver this gift upstairs. Keep the tip.”

Jordan tossed a gift box and an envelope of cash into his arms. The doorman’s mouth was agape. ‘What kind of occasion is this? Mr. Lowe, a masked man, a movie star, and now a motorcycle guy?’ Confused but dutiful, he made his way upstairs.

By then, Michael had already knocked on the door to the suite. Debra, who was having her hair styled, looked up and muttered in surprise, “Your assistant told me you were busy today.”

“It’s your big day. How could I not show up? After all, you’re my most important business partner,” Michael replied.

Just then, the doorman came in with another package. “Ms. Frazier, this is for you.”