Ryan's expression darkened as he struggled to suppress the storm of emotions raging within him —a mix of fear and fury together. Fear that he might be too late to realize his feelings for Arwen. And fury that soone else has taken the chance that was ant for him.
His fingers clenched into fists as he said slowly. "That one piece of jewellery ans nothing to , Aunt Catrin. But what bothers is Arwen being willing to get one of such significant pieces for soone who might not be rightfully deserving. I fear that her such decision is not taken on a whim, rather she is truly deciding to accept that man as her fate."
He then turned around to face Catrin again and continued, his brows knitted in firm concern, "If sothing like that happened, none of my efforts to see my sincerity would be enough to bring her back."
"Nope," Catrin shook her head, refusing to believe that. "I said that's impossible. Your friend must have misunderstood sothing. Lustreé is not just famous for iconic pieces but also their expensive designs. Leaving the Quinns, there is no way Arwen would be able to afford anything from that place. I have already frozen all her cards."
Catrin might have faltered when she heard Ryan say that Arwen visited Lustreé to get a wedding ring, but it didn't take her long to rember that she had frozen all her accounts. And she could never believe that the good-for-nothing husband of hers would be able to afford anything from such a high-profile store.
Still, to make herself for confident, she picked her phone and quickly dialled a number. As the ring went through and the call was connected, she asked, "Hello, this is Mrs. Quinn." she said.
"Hello, Ma'am," the person on the other side of the call greeted politely. "How may I help you today?"
"I would like you to check if my daughter has made any large paynts recently," Catrin said, her tone curt yet composed.
There was a brief hesitation before the person replied, "Ma'am, we don't usually disclose —"
"Don't worry.," Catrin cut him off, her tone firm but smooth. "Those cards aren't my daughter's personal cards. It's under the na of family and company, so it's perfectly fine for you to check and inform ."
"Oh understood, Ma'am," he said, "Please hold on for a second while I check."
Catrin gripped her phone tightly, listening to the faint taps of the keyboard. A part of her braced for unwelco news, but she clung to the belief that Arwen would do sothing so reckless. Binding herself with soone she doesn't approve of for a lifeti would be stupid.
After a few seconds, she heard the man speak again, "Ma'am, Ms. Quinn's cards are all frozen. There have been no recent paynts made in her na at any store. Would you like to unfreeze them so she can use them without any inconvenience?"
Relief washed over Catrin when she heard what she was hoping for. "For now, that wouldn't be required. Keep them frozen until I instruct otherwise," she said, then hung up. Turning back to Ryan, she let a triumphant smirk curl her lips.
"See?" she began. "I told you. Arwen might have planned to make such a rash decision, but she wasn't successful. With her bank cards frozen, there would be no way she could get anything in that expensive store."
Ryan relaxed slightly, but the storm in his eyes didn't entirely fade. "We won't be sure of that always," he murmured under his breath. "We can't wait for the day she finally gets successful, Aunt Catrin. And that's the reason I ca here today."
Catrin understood what she ant. "Don't worry, Ryan," she said. "There won't co a day like that. We will soon change it in our favor."
***
anwhile, at a cafe, Arwen handed her card to the waiter and easily made another paynt of the day. "Help pack the order and send it over to Giselle."
"Yes, Ma'am," the waiter said as he quickly turned to complete the billing.
Arwen stared at him for a mont, but soon, she caught the sight of Daniel. Her lips curled up in a smile and she raised her hand to let him know the table.
Daniel smiled back at her before he walked her way and pulled a chair out for himself. "Did I make you wait for long?"
Arwen thought for a mont and then glancing down at her watch, she said, "Ah, probably for fifteen minutes or so. Tell , how are you going to make it up for ?"
Daniel raised his brows as if surprised. "Ah, then I can do nothing but buy you dinner. After all, I cannot bear to offend my recruiter, can I?" he said, and soon both of them burst into a chuckle.
Arwen shook her head. "Daniel," she began. "I am not here just as a recruiter but also as your friend. Don't worry, you can't offend a friend just by coming late by a few minutes."
Daniel nodded. And right then, the waiter ca back with the card Arwen had handed him earlier. "Ma'am, here is your card. The order is in process and soon will be delivered to Giselle. Do you want anything else?"
Arwen blinked once before turning to Daniel. "Coffee?"
Daniel nodded, and Arwen turned to order, "Two lattes."
The waiter nodded and then left, taking the order.
When Arwen turned back to Daniel, she saw him staring at her. His eyes clearly held so sort of curiosity.
"Giselle," he repeated that na. "The famous ballet dance academy. Don't tell you are even associated with that."
Arwen tilted her head slightly as if analysing him. "What happened?" she asked, not hiding her playful mood. "Did I shock you too much today?"
Daniel didn't have to voice out his shock. It was very evident on his face. Shaking his head in disbelief, he said, "I didn't expect you to be the mysterious Vice President of the Davies Empire, Arwen. And I can confidently tell you, it's not just . No one would have."
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