CHAPTER 22

As soon as Luna’s card passed and the payment was done, the shop assistant smiled so much that her eyes were barely visible. Luna took one of the bags and gave it to Gemma. “Take this, Gemma. It’s for you.”

Gemma’s mouth dropped wide open as she looked at the bag. “No, Mrs. King. Thank you, but I can’t accept this. It’s worth ten thousand. It’s too valuable for me.”

Luna pursed her lips disapprovingly.

“Stop with the false modesty and just take it, Gemma. It was obvious from the way you stared at the dress that you wanted it. Now you have it. Take it so we can go.”

That evening, in the most luxurious private room of the Skyline Restaurant, gathered around a table of cards, were four exquisitely dressed men. The fragrance of tea filled the room as they played good-naturedly.

Preston threw out a card he had picked up. He had been in a very bad mood since he came in.

Mylo Barrett, who was seated closest to him stole a glance at him and asked, “Is it because of the news that was published