Chapter 42

Inside the main hall of Jamal Palace, the air smelled of aged sandalwood and cold stone. A young man stood by the central counter, his posture rigid with a mix of pride and anxiety. He had placed a small, silk-lined box in front of him, the lid open to reveal a deep crimson glimmer. "If you as the lady boss is unable to decide, I will have to go to another store," Bilal Reyes said, his voice ringing with a blunt, Qamar City honesty. He looked at Lina Jamal, his eyes drifting toward the door...