The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 87

It wasn't a pair. It was just one.

The solitary masterpiece Celia had won at the auction.

In truth, during the auction, she had considered tracking down another emerald of similar quality to make a matching set.

But after some thought, she decided to give Alistair just the single cufflink.

What truly leaves a lasting impression?

Uniqueness.

A pair of cufflinks was utterly mundane, but a single, unmatched piece was a statement—a one-of-a-kind piece that would embed itself in someone's memory.

And so, right in the middle of this radiant, extravagant banquet hall.

The most powerful man in the room, currently surrounded by the city's elite, stood looking down at his watch with utter nonchalance.

And that exquisite, flawless imperial emerald cufflink was proudly displayed for everyone to see.

The color was so deep it looked like an ancient, untouched forest. Under the indoor lighting, it was a dark, moody green that practically blended into his suit, which was why it hadn't been noticeable when his arms were down.

But the moment he lifted his wrist, catching the light at just the right angle, the meticulously cut gem practically exploded with a mesmerizing, dominant brilliance, gleaming like the eye of a majestic predator.

Norma froze in place.

Her eyes practically bulged out of her head as she stared in utter disbelief at the accessory on his sleeve.

Then, as if she had just seen a ghost, she whipped her head back around, staring at Celia in a mix of shock and pure terror.

"Y-you—"

She stammered, completely unable to form a complete sentence.

Celia tilted her head, maintaining her perfectly innocent, sweet demeanor. "Do you see now, Norma? It really wasn't for Talbot."

Norma stared at her, utterly flabbergasted.

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