Chapter 219: Mr. Fairchild Seeking Advice
’Even if you were going to make a fake, you wouldn’t use a world-famous diamond like that.’
’Have they lost their minds?’
"Miss Monroe, starting today, you are our company’s permanent, highest-honor VIP client. Thank you so much for entrusting us with the safekeeping of this necklace. If you require anything at all, we have specialists on call for you 24 hours a day."
After he finished speaking, the man handed a sapphire-blue card to Melody Monroe.
Two gilt letters were stamped on the card: DQ.
Jasper Rockwell’s expression fell the moment he saw the letters. His own mother was merely a standard VIP at this company!
’The person who gave Melody this gift... their status must be comparable to Evan Fairchild’s!’
Melody Monroe accepted the card, completely unaware of the status that both the card and the title of "highest-honor VIP client" represented.
She placed the necklace back in its gift box with her own hands and gave it to the staff member.
The staff members, in perfect unison, each took out and put on a pair of pristine white gloves before reaching out to accept the gift box. Then, they carefully placed it inside a safe.
"Miss Monroe, thank you again for your trust. We look forward to serving you again." The lead staffer bowed to Melody Monroe, and the others behind him followed suit, bowing as well.
The onlookers were stunned.
’The world of the rich is truly beyond imagination!’
All eyes turned to Melody Monroe. Everyone was dying to know how the recipient of such a gift was feeling right now!
And they were even more desperate to know: just who was the incredible person capable of giving her such a gift?
"Melody, who sent you this? Just whisper it to me, I swear I won’t tell a soul." Jasper Rockwell leaned in close to Melody Monroe, asking in a low voice.
Melody Monroe glanced at Jasper Rockwell but said nothing. With a sigh, she walked away.
Everyone simply watched her go, no one daring to approach and question her.
Melody Monroe appeared calm, but in reality, her legs had gone weak. Her steps felt unsteady, as if she were walking on air.
’Evan Fairchild always seemed so reserved and composed. How could he do something so ostentatious? And why would he give me such a precious gift?’
’This is too much for me!’
Suddenly, her phone rang. Melody Monroe pulled it out, looked at the screen, and stopped in her tracks.
It was a voice call request from Evan Fairchild.
She answered.
"Did you get the gift?"
"Why would you send me such a valuable gift? I really can’t accept it! Mr. Fairchild, please, take it back, won’t you?"
"Why would I take back something I’ve already given?"
"Why not?"
"Not in my book."
"Mr. Fairchild..." Suddenly, Melody Monroe couldn’t hear anything from the phone. She looked at the screen—Evan Fairchild had already hung up.
’Was he... angry?’
’This gift nearly scared me to death, and *he’s* the one who’s angry?!’
Evan Fairchild stared at his phone, his expression dark as he sulked in private. A few minutes later, he dialed Shawn Fisher’s number.
"Evan Fairchild, why are you calling me now? Sweetie just fell asleep!"
"How am I supposed to know when that chubby kid of yours goes to sleep?"
"Say that again! What did you just call my Sweetie?" Shawn Fisher sounded like he was about to climb through the phone and throttle Evan Fairchild.
"I’m giving you one more chance. You are not to call my Sweetie ’Chubby’!"
"Shawn Fisher, how did you win over your wife?" Evan Fairchild completely ignored Shawn Fisher’s outburst and cut straight to the chase.
"Ha! HAHAHAHAHA! Are you trying to get some pointers? You’ve come to the right man for that!"