Chapter 273: The Tiara’s Origins
As Vivienne faced him, her features remained stoic while she slipped off her gloves. “I feel like I’ve been misled,” she said, disappointment clear in her voice. She had anticipated the tiara to be an exceptional find, yet it now appeared to her as nothing more than a bad investment.
Growing up in the wealthy Sinclair family, Vivienne was more than just rich—she was a sharp businesswoman who valued real profits. Without the anticipated value and element of surprise, the tiara represented a financial loss, especially considering the price tag of one hundred billion. Although the money wasn’t directly hers, the wasted potential still deeply bothered her.
“It’s not a total loss,” Derek said, peering intently at the tiara on the table.
Interest flickered in Vivienne’s eyes. “Have you discovered something?”
With a tender look, Derek laughed softly and responded, “This tiara hides a mystery, one you’ll need to unravel over time.”
“Are you certain?” Vivienne arched an eyebrow, her gaze intense as she scrutinized Derek.
“Based on what I know of him, he wouldn’t chase after this tiara without good reason,” Derek said, his eyes deep and unreadable. The blond man had driven up the price not just to get back at Derek, but also out of anger for his failed attempt to acquire the tiara.
Vivienne donned her gloves once more for a final inspection of the tiara, yet discovered nothing new. “I’ve had enough; it’s nothing but a headache,” she declared. She removed her gloves and casually reached for a glass of water on the table, taking a sip.
Derek offered a small smile and caressed her hair tenderly, his eyes filled with a hint of sadness. “I may need to leave for a few days.”
At his words, Vivienne glanced up, holding back her disappointment. She set the glass down and asked casually, “For how long?”
“I’m not sure,” Derek responded. “However, I’ll return as soon as possible.”
Vivienne gave a nod. “Take care on your trip.”
“Don’t worry.” Derek bent down to kiss her. Before he could pull away, Vivienne tugged at his tie, drawing him into another kiss. Her lips slightly puffed from their embrace, Vivienne leaned into him and gasped softly. “I’ll be here waiting for your return.”
With a gentle hand, Derek cradled the back of her head, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “Rest well. Good night.”
Milo had been waiting downstairs for some time. He watched Derek duck into the car and signaled the driver to start the engine. Observing Derek’s demeanor closely, Milo hesitated before saying, “Mr. Hopkins, there’s been a development. Hell has vacated Lyhaton.”
“What about the tiara’s origins?” Derek inquired.
A moment of uncertainty crossed Milo’ face. Under Derek’s intense stare, Milo gathered his courage and replied, “Yes, the tiara was sent to the auction house by Miss Hayes’s representative, Jacob.”
Derek’s eyes sharpened, his stare piercing like a dagger through the darkness. “Are you sure?”
As he faced Derek’s formidable look, a shiver raced down Milo’ spine. He nodded seriously, “Absolutely positive.”
Silence then enveloped the car, heavy and suffocating. Milo sat stiffly, the tension from Derek weighing on him. Unable to hold back, he took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and carefully asked, “Mr. Hopkins, should we tell Miss Hayes about this?”