After Genevieve sent the message, she threw her phone on the carpet with a cold expression. She then turned to get off the bed and made her way over to the walk-in closet.
There was a large jewelry cabinet on the right side of the closet.
It was empty initially, but it was now full of the gifts Armand had previously asked Steven to send her and all kinds of jewelry she bought in Springwyn a few days ago.
Genevieve opened the third drawer filled with jewelry that Maria secretly helped her pack up in the Rachford residence back then.
She had gifted some of the jewelry to Maria, whereas the remaining ones were presents from her mother and were too valuable, so Maria refused to take them.
Genevieve picked a necklace to keep in a jewelry box before putting on a set of clothes she chose from the closet. After tidying up herself, she left her bedroom.
“Ms. Rachford, are you going out?” Maria was busy preparing soup on the kitchen island when she saw Genevieve had changed her clothes, seemingly heading out.
Genevieve nodded and showed Maria the message she had typed on her phone: Maria, I’m going out to buy something. Thus, I might be late for dinner tonight.
Maria asked, “Do you want me to come with you?”
It’s okay. I’ll send Steven a text if anything happens. After replying to Maria, Genevieve kept her phone and swiftly picked a pair of high heels to wear in the hallway.
Maria followed behind Genevieve as she looked at Genevieve with tears in her eyes. “Ms. Rachford…”
While putting on her shoes, Genevieve lifted her head to glance at Maria as if she was asking, “What are you trying to tell me, Maria?”
Maria used her fingers to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes and smiled as she shook her head. “Ms. Rachford, I’m just worried about you as you can’t speak because of your injured vocal cords. Take care of yourself.”
Smiling in response, Genevieve had finished wearing her shoes and left the house.
She went to the luxury shopping mall in the city center by car. Upon reaching the Cartier counter, she pulled out a jewelry box from her bag.
The necklace she brought was the limited edition Cartier necklace which her mother made a special effort to buy for her as her coming-of-age gift. It was said to be priceless.
After the staff verified the authenticity of that necklace, he led Genevieve to the VIP room right away.
Soon, the manager came to have a conversation with Genevieve. He then made a phone call for ten minutes. After that, he offered a price to Genevieve in exchange for that piece of jewelry.
Since the price given was almost the same as Genevieve had expected, she agreed to that without a second thought.
After both parties went through the procedure, the money was transferred to Genevieve’s bank card.
When Genevieve was about to leave the shopping mall, her gaze inadvertently drifted upward, and she spotted a big poster pasted on the right side of a watch shop’s entrance on the second floor.
The good-looking man on the poster displayed the unobtrusive and eye-catching watch with his right hand on his chest.
Based on the amount of money I’ve gotten from selling the necklace, there will still be a lot of money remaining even if I buy my violin from Cooper. With that in mind, Genevieve took a turn to take the escalator to the second floor.
She planned to give Armand a present. More importantly, she wanted to use her money to purchase that gift.
His figure was imprinted on her mind, so she knew what kind of suit and watch would be suitable for him. After entering the store, it only took her three minutes to choose the wristwatch that satisfied her.
When she saw the staff packing the watch, Genevieve passed her phone to him after a brief contemplation.
On her phone, she had typed: Can you help me deliver it to a certain place on time?
“Sure.” The staff smiled faintly. “Please write down the delivery date and time for me.”
By the time Genevieve came out of the mall and headed to Point Restaurant by car, it was precisely six o’clock in the evening.
Upon reaching the restaurant, she was about to call a waiter to ask for a window seat, but one of the waiters recognized her first and said, “Ms. Rachford, Mr. Faulkner is waiting for you at the usual seat.”
The staff bowed and led Genevieve into the restaurant.
Only then did Genevieve remember that the restaurant was her favorite place to enjoy her meal back then. Cooper had celebrated several of my birthdays with me over here in the past.
For some reason, she was disgusted upon reminiscing the past.
However, Genevieve suppressed her emotion when she recalled that she was here to get back her violin.
