Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1193 - 1190: I Saw That Jewelry Set First

"Isabelle is in City A; she said she would co over tomorrow. I still have things to do, so I returned to the Sovereign Capital early," Calvin Morgan said. "This honeymoon trip was supposed to be great, but there were so minor hiccups, not that it mattered."

"Next month after I marry Isabelle, we’ll head to the Marwell Islands."

"Tsk tsk..." Ava Morgan poked her head out with a snarky tone, "Big brother! You’ve really thought things through! I wonder if that Miss Isabelle Coldwell is truly worthy of being my sister-in-law!"

They say won understand won best.

Every ti Ava Morgan saw Isabelle Coldwell, she found her pretentious, with an irrepressible seductive vibe. Won like that may be clean only in one’s fantasy.

Having been in the entertainnt industry for years, what hadn’t Ava Morgan seen? She counted among the cleanest, only having hooked up with a leading man once or twice offscreen. When she realized it was wrong, she pulled back imdiately. But other actors... they don’t just sleep with the lead but also with directors, producers, big-shot investors!

Those won are smart too — they enjoy themselves, rake in the money, gain fa, and when sponsors are happy, they shower money—only a miracle would stop them from skyrocketing to fa.

The Morgan Family has influence, so Ava Morgan can gain everything easily without sleeping around.

"Not that I’m saying, brother, you better wise up: a woman’s beauty doesn’t an her character is beautiful too. Gentle appearance doesn’t an genuine gentleness; pure looks don’t imply true cleanliness!"

"Ava, how can you talk like that?" Francesca Lewis imdiately pulled a stern face, glaring at Ava Morgan.

Ava Morgan promptly shut her mouth.

Calvin Morgan said nothing further, rolled up the car windows, and drove the Lamborghini into the garage.

Ava Morgan is his younger sister; she usually speaks without restraint, but she is skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. It’s rare for her to speak so freely.

Calvin Morgan let her be...

...

About half an hour later.

Francesca Lewis and Ava Morgan arrived at the city’s largest jewelry store.

"Hello, Mrs. Morgan, hello, Miss Morgan." They were regular custors, and the staff was very respectful. With such valuable custors, a casual purchase could be millions; feeling good, they might buy tens of millions worth of jewelry.

Make a few deals, and salaries double-and-triple.

"May I ask what styles and materials of jewelry you wish to see?" the attendant asked, offering two glasses of lemonade.

"Thank you." Ava Morgan feigned elegance, assuming a very arrogant posture, nearly using her chin to look down on others.

Francesca Lewis stood beside her, calmly demanding, "Bring out the best, most expensive jewelry in your store."

Tonight at the Lanwan Elegant Court gathering, she was going all out.

She absolutely had to wear the best and most expensive jewelry to outshine everyone.

"Madam, you truly have great taste. Our store’s treasure is a set of ’Royal Green’ jadeite jewelry, including a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. It’s the latest design from last week by the country’s most famous jewelry designer, Jas."

"The jadeite necklace is set with the finest South African natural diamonds; the craft and color are the best, the earrings have them too."

"This set of jewelry is nad ’Unique and Irreplaceable.’"

Usually, to promote sales, jewelry stores give jewels professional nas like ’Only for You,’ ’Together Forever,’ etc.

The attendant carefully took the jewelry out of the display case and placed it on the glass table.