Chapter 11

Chapter 11
Marcus, who was on the other end of the line, was silent.

Even through the phone, Josiah could guess that Marcus looked blank and cold. The latter’s signature skill was keeping a stoic face. “Z…” Josiah started with a cough. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

“What?” Marcus sounded like he could either be smirking or not. “I gave it to her. It’s hers. It’s her decision what to do with it.”

“But that’s Le Esse. Your great-grandmother wore it before!”

Marcus stayed quiet and added weight to his dumbbells. His muscles tensed up when he lifted them, his strength overflowing.

“How much did she sell the bangle for?”