"Ms. Clark, and this, please lower your head a bit."
The assistant wearing gloves carefully brought over the jewelry box given by Old Master Lawrence. The stylist imdiately followed with white gloves, speaking while opening the box.
The sapphire inside the box imdiately dazzled everyone’s eyes.
Olivia Lewis couldn’t control herself and exclaid for the first ti, "Oh my, is this a gem? Really a gem? Not a crystal?"
You can’t bla her for asking, because the cut of this jewelry is just too beautiful.
Every edge is ticulously polished, every part exudes absolute luxury!
Magnificent!
Previously, when she was shooting a film, the production team also borrowed treasures from jewelry brands for use, but compared to Enna Clark’s sapphire set, those so-called tens of millions worth treasures instantly beca glass beads.
Because this set of jewelry is too splendid, too expensive!
Expensive beyond the value of the jewelry itself, so expensive it’s priceless!
She even wanted to reach out and touch it, but held back at the critical mont and raised her head. Her bright eyes stared at Enna Clark, her mouth full of nonsense, "Enna, um, about what I ntioned to you before. You know, if your Young Master Lawrence, is still looking for another wife or not, do you rember?"
"..." Whether Baron Lawrence needs another wife she didn’t know, but she knew Young Master Sinclair had arrived...
Enna Clark was just about to remind her when Adam Sinclair walked over this way.
Olivia Lewis was already unable to control her excitent and blurted out, "If Baron Lawrence is looking for another wife, make sure to let know. Don’t let the opportunity go to soone else! I’m not asking for much, I don’t even want this set, just a pair of earrings would do!"
Enna Clark saw the previously composed young master’s face suddenly turn dark upon hearing her words, a vein pulsing at his temple, looking like he was suppressing anger.
She hurriedly winked at Olivia Lewis and coughed twice, "Cough, Olivia, stop joking around."
Young Master Sinclair is here!
"What’s up? Do you have a cold?" Olivia Lewis was completely unaware of the danger, casting a curious glance at her and asking.
Enna Clark really wanted to twist her neck to make her look!
But with Adam Sinclair there, she couldn’t make it too obvious, and since her eye signals weren’t getting through, she could only resign herself to saying, "No, Young Master Sinclair is here."
Olivia Lewis’s face instantly froze, her neck stiffly turned around—
Seeing the man behind her, she chanically turned back and imdiately said to Enna Clark, "Uh, Enna, you carry on, I just rembered I forgot to help you get the bouquet. I’ll go get it."
"I’ll go with you!" Adam Sinclair’s elegant eyes almost had flas flickering, yet he maintained a composed deanor with a noble smile.
The calr he was, the more guilty Olivia Lewis felt; after all, running her mouth got her into trouble first. She forced a wry smile, saying grudgingly, "No need, it’s just a bouquet, I can do it alone."
"You ca to see Enna, you two catch up."
"I only ca because Baron asked to see how Enna’s preparations were going, there’s nothing much to talk about, and Enna is busy, I shouldn’t disturb her. It’s a perfect chance to go with you to get the bouquet. Let’s go."
He said, taking Olivia Lewis by the wrist.
Olivia Lewis was dragged along, turning back with an exasperated face at Enna Clark, mouthing ’you couldn’t have told earlier,’ and was dragged off by the elegant young man—
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