He had almost managed to completely forget about the pearl necklace, yet she went out of her way to remind him of its existence.
"Garnett, it's still early. Do you want to head downstairs for a drink?"
Her smile was incredibly alluring.
"It's midnight. That's early?"
He couldn't help but remember that his little wife had already been fast asleep for two hours.
Sigrid hadn't expected to be rejected, and she faltered for a second. But she quickly recovered, immediately putting back on her composed, refined persona, and said softly, "We have to head out to sign the contract first thing in the morning. Considering it's a multi-million transaction, I wanted to review a few more details with you."
Garnett considered it for a moment. There were indeed a few things that needed to be clarified.
"Let's go." He pulled his door shut and walked downstairs beside her.
The hotel bar stayed open late. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, they had a perfect view of the Grand Harbor Front's nightscape.
Sigrid sat down next to Garnett and murmured, "A few months ago, we watched the fireworks right here. That night, I..."
"Sigrid," Garnett cut her off, "no matter what the final price of the house ends up being, the title will be strictly under your name."
She froze slightly, managing a strained smile. "I definitely don't have enough cash on hand. Can we consider it a loan from you?"
"I told you I'm giving it to you, which means it's yours. Consider it compensation on behalf of the Harper family."
Sigrid looked down, a bitter smile touching her lips.
"Does Lavinia know? If you're using your personal funds, technically, that money is considered your marital property."
Garnett remained silent for a long moment, his expression stern.
Catching his mood, Sigrid quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. I crossed the line again."
He let out a faint sigh.
"You don't need to worry. Lavinia and I signed a prenuptial agreement. By joining the Harper family, she receives a monthly allowance but has no claim to the assets."
Sigrid kept her head bowed, the corners of her mouth curling upward slightly.
Garnett's phone buzzed with a notification. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was an automated reminder to transfer Lavinia's monthly allowance.
Twenty thousand.
"We were still communicating right before we crossed the border last night, but when I called him this morning, he stopped picking up." Corinne's voice wavered with panic.
Garnett glared at her. "And you're only telling me this now that we're already in the car?"
Sigrid quickly tried to smooth things over. "You can't blame Corinne for this. We crossed the border past eleven last night. She was still ironing out the contract details with the seller at that time."
Garnett crossed his arms, remaining silent for a tense moment before ordering coldly, "Keep calling."
*Ding.*
A sharp text notification shattered the silence in the car.
Corinne glanced at the pop-up on her screen, all the color draining from her face. She practically jumped out of her seat.
"Mr. Harper, Ms. Sloan! The seller just texted back. He says he already sold the house!" Corinne swiped down frantically to read the rest of the message. "The seller said the buyer left a family crest behind—it's the river wave crest again!"
"The river wave crest?" Sigrid's smile froze instantly. "What is that?"
Garnett's lips pressed into a harsh line, a dark storm brewing in his eyes as his hands tightened into fists.

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