Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 45: The Blue Diamond Necklace Buyer

"..." Wren Sutton was slightly taken aback.

It hadn’t been Isla Griffith who set the meeting place. Wren was the one who didn’t want to be anywhere near the Rhodes Group—it soured her mood.

"I suggested changing the location, but the other party insisted on that teahouse. They were firm about it, so I had no choice but to agree."

Wren Sutton came back to her senses, her expression calm. It wasn’t like she was going into the Rhodes Group building, just to a place across the street.

"It’s fine. The customer is always right," she said in a joking tone, not minding at all.

After lunch, the two best friends left together and arrived at the teahouse right on time.

The architecture was classic and elegant, the atmosphere tranquil. It was a century-old establishment, steeped in history.

Although the teahouse was across from the Rhodes Group, this was Wren Sutton’s first time visiting.

Led by a waiter, Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith went up to the second floor and entered a private room that offered excellent privacy.

The buyer’s assistant had arrived ten minutes before them. He was a middle-aged man in a Mao suit with well-defined features and glasses, giving him a very serious and meticulous appearance.

"Ms. Griffith, hello."

"Mr. Bell, hello."

Isla Griffith exchanged a polite handshake with the man.

Mr. Bell didn’t recognize Wren Sutton and asked politely, "And this is?"

"My best friend." Isla Griffith kept it brief, not revealing Wren Sutton’s identity.

Wren Sutton smiled and greeted him, "Hello."

"Hello."

Although Mr. Bell responded, he seemed a bit wary. He hadn’t expected a third person to be present at today’s transaction.

"Ms. Griffith, you didn’t mention you’d be bringing a friend on the phone."

Isla Griffith knew what he was thinking. "To be honest, this diamond necklace belongs to my best friend. I’ve been entrusted by her to handle this matter entirely. Don’t worry, her presence won’t affect the terms we’ve already agreed upon."

Hearing this, Mr. Bell finally lowered his guard.

"I see. My apologies, that was presumptuous of me. Please, both of you, have a seat."

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith sat down side-by-side, across from Mr. Bell.

The room was filled with the light, elegant fragrance of tea.

Before arriving, Isla Griffith and Mr. Bell had already agreed to an on-site inspection of the item.

She took out an exquisite and elegant jewelry box, opened it, turned it to face him, and gently pushed it forward.

"Mr. Bell, please."

Mr. Bell was a professional jewelry appraiser who hadn’t made a single mistake in his many years in the business.

He put on a pair of gloves he had prepared beforehand and carefully picked up the diamond necklace. His eyes were focused, not missing a single detail as he meticulously authenticated it.

A few minutes later, he set the necklace down with a satisfied expression, his mind at ease.

"Ms. Griffith, just as you said, the necklace is authentic. I’ll write the check now."

"Great." Isla Griffith snapped her fingers coolly. "Dealing with straightforward people is always so efficient."

As agreed, they exchanged the payment for the goods. The entire transaction took less than half an hour.

"A pleasure doing business with you."

"A pleasure doing business with you."

Mr. Bell took the necklace and left first.

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith were left in the private room.

Isla Griffith leaned back, sighing in relief. "Finally, mission accomplished."

She handed the check to Wren Sutton.

"One hundred million. Here you go."

A glint appeared in Wren Sutton’s eyes.

She preferred the check to the diamond necklace. If it were gold, she’d feel even more secure.

"Let’s split it fifty-fifty."

Isla Griffith was taking a sip of tea and nearly choked and spat it out when she heard "fifty-fifty."

Wren Sutton handed her a tissue and patted her on the back, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, I’m fine." Isla Griffith waved her hand. "You scared me with that fifty-fifty talk. I can’t take this money."

Wren Sutton insisted.

"If it weren’t for you, this necklace wouldn’t have sold so quickly, and for a whole ten million extra."

Isla Griffith adamantly refused.

"Let’s keep things separate. In any case, I can’t take the money. The entire hundred million is yours."

Wren Sutton tried to persuade her earnestly, "If you don’t want fifty-fifty, how about sixty-forty, or seventy-thirty? I can’t just take it all for myself."

Isla Griffith didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she was incredibly touched.

’I must have saved the planet in my past life to deserve a best friend who’s closer than a sister, always trying to give me money—and a huge amount at that.’

"No rush. We can talk about the money later."

Wren Sutton reluctantly agreed, and the two friends left the teahouse together.

Following traffic laws, Isla Griffith made a U-turn at the intersection.

As they passed the main entrance of the Rhodes Group, Wren Sutton casually glanced over.

The car window was down, and she clearly saw Mr. Bell walking into the corporate building alone.

Wren Sutton’s heart skipped a beat.

’Why would Mr. Bell go straight to the Rhodes Group right after buying the necklace?’

’Who was he going to see?’