Chapter 232

"You'd be right if that were the whole story," Margaret said, her voice tinged with something between regret and vulnerability. "Your mother did seem reluctant to let go of the bracelet that day. But after I insisted, she handed it over. The Golden Tower refunded her on the spot, and I thought that was the end of it. Everything appeared above board." Cassandra didn’t reply. Years of navigating high-stakes negotiations had taught her when to speak and when to stay quiet. Something in Margaret’s tone told her this story had more layers. So she waited.