WantNovelChapter 387
Memories flooded back, unraveling like threads of pain. Sarah realized that every tshe opened
the master bedroom door, she would be dragged back into the past. Determined to shut those
feelings away, she firmly closed the door, as though locking the pain inside.
She returned to her own room. Last time, she had found that strange photo tucked inside a book,
which led her to search through every book on the shelf, only to cup empty-handed.
Next, she opened the jewelry box hidden in her closet-a gift from her parents, containing sof
her mother's jewelry. She sifted through its contents, and beneath the antique bracelets, she
discovered a peculiar bracelet.
Sarah picked it up. The gold-stamped Cartier logo was faded and chipped. Pieces like this needed
regular care to maintain their pristine condition, but this bracelet had been sitting untouched in the
cold box for three years.
Something about it didn't sit right with her.
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Her eyes widened as a realization struck. She felt like she had overlooked something important.
What was it?
Then it hit her.
Zachary had given her a Cartier bracelet before. It was a gift from their first dinner together at St. Ritz.
If her memory was correct, Zachary was the only person who had ever given her a bracelet from this brand.
Carefully, she placed the bracelet in her bag, deciding to take it back to East Coast.
Tracing the origin of a photograph might be difficult, but tracking down the history of a bracelet was easier.
Cartier pieces were engraved with unique serial numbers for authenticity, though getting such information
typically required less conventional methods.
At the Cartier boutique, the staff welcomed Sarah with warm professionalism. Without wasting time, she handed
over the bracelet, pretending to be furious.
"My boyfriend gavethis bracelet," she snapped. "But my friends are saying it's a fake. | need you to check if
it's real. And telldid he actually buy this for me?"
The staff exchanged nervous glances. When one of them took the bracelet from Sarah, their eyes widened in
shock.
"Miss, this bracelet is from a collection designed four years ago by our late master craftsman, Roselle. It's one of
his final works and is of immeasurable value-if authentic."
Sarah remained unfazed by the excitement in the employee's voice. She hadn't realized the bracelet was
considered a masterpiece, much less the pinnacle of Roselle's creations.
After about ten minutes of waiting, the store manager himself arrived, holding the bracelet
carefully in his hands. His face was adorned with a fawning smile as he greeted her.
"Good afternoon, Miss! Thank you for your patience," he said warmly.
"Good afternoon," Sarah replied with a polite nod.
The manager continued, "We had our technical team thoroughly examine the bracelet, and I can
confirm it's an authentic piece from our brand. Mr. Reynolds must have put so much thought into
creating this for you. | have a small request, if | may."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat. It really was from Zachary. She took a moment to collect herself
before responding, "What's the request?"
The manager hesitated briefly, then explained, "This bracelet is one of Master Roselle's final works,
and as you may know, it's of extraordinary value. | just finished a video call with our headquarters,
and we were wondering if you'd be willing to allow us to replicate this design to create a piece
we're calling the *Star of Roselle Replica*. Would that be possible?"
He paused before adding, "Of course, this replica would be kept under strict control and would
never be mass-produced. As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, you may choose any
bracelet from our collection as a gesture of apology."
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