Chapter 519

Chapter 519

"I paid $20 million, and besides, the ruby was auctioned off by your

Evans family to the bidder, and I was the one who paid the high price."

Clare rejected the old Evans outright to make him realize the reality.

"Mr. Hipps, You paid $20 million for it, and I'll pay another $20 million to

buy it back from you, is that okay?"

The old Evans said in a pleading tone.

All the guests looked at this scene. It seemed that the old Evans really

loved Monica!

It was just that the Evans family had been going downhill since Monica

disappeared.

Tiffany's performance tonight was really a disgrace. The old Evans

should be pissed off.

The Evans family had such a child like Tiffany. No wonder it went

downhill.

The old Evans gazed anxiously at Clare, and Tiffany and Neve stared

nervously at Clare's handsome, calm face.

But Skyla was in a panic. She never thought that Monica, that bitch,

would have hidden a ruby, a ruby that belonged to the Hipps family.

If she had known there was one, she should have gotten the ruby long

ago.

She wouldn't be in such a passive position now.

Clare was suspicious of her now...

She forced herself to walk up to Clare and said with a stiff smile, “Clare,

maybe this ruby is a fake one or ... not the one from our Hipps family. I

just remembered, I had a ruby when I was a kid, and then I lost it."

“This ruby was not picked up by that lady from the Evans family, was

it?" Tammy heard Skyla's words and immediately reacted, echoing

Tammy.

As if the ruby belonged to Skyla.

The old Evans was so furious and glared at them. “What nonsense are

you talking about? Ms. Watts, you are in your 40s. How can you talk

like that? I'm telling you, this ruby is the personal possession of Monica,

the youngest daughter of my Evans family! She has had it with her

since she was a child."

"As to why Mr. Hipps had to say that this ruby came from your Hipps

family, I'm not sure!"

"But it is indeed my daughter's relic!"

The old Evans spoke word by word. His voice was not very loud, but

enough for all present to hear him clearly.

Skyla's face was white and livid. She was just so embarrassed, but she

really didn't want to be kicked out of the Hipps family, nor did she want

the Hipps family to suspect her identity.

With a heart in her throat, she tolerated the humiliation and said, "Sorry,

the old Mr. Evans, I had a ruby when I was a child. Maybe I was wrong.

After all, the shapes and colors of those two rubies are quite similar.”

She tried to get some face back.

But ...

Clare, however, looked down at the ruby in his palm, which was crystal

clear and almost flawless.

In particular, that leaf shape was particularly eye-catching.

“This is the Hipps family's ruby, and I don't know why it's in the custody

of the Evans family to this day, but it does belong to the Hipps family."

Clare took a deep breath and said politely to the old Evans, "Although it

is owned by your daughter, I do not intend to return it to you. Nor do I

intend to sell it to you. If it really is the most valuable relic, it should be

kept well."

Clare gripped the ruby tightly and continued.

"However ... It was put up for auction in a very disrespectful manner. It

was your Evans family that auctioned it off first and I bought it."

"So, old Mr. Evans, this ruby, I won't return it to you."

The old Evans’ face went white for a while, and he didn't expect Clare

to be a tough cookie.

His eyes were black for a while, and his voice was trembling, “I ... I am

begging you, OK? Sylvia has never seen it ... I originally wanted to give

it to Sylvia!"

"Sylvia?" Clare looked a little surprised, "What does this have to do with

Miss Andrews?"

"Monica is my little girl. She's Sylvia's real mother!"

The old Evans almost shed tears. "It's her mother's relic. She has yet to

see it. Mr. Hipps, since you are determined not to return it to our Evans

family, I have a request for you to grant me."

"What's it? Whatever I can do.” Clare was also a bit moved, but no

matter where the ruby actually came from, he was 100% sure that it

was the Hipps family's ruby.

He didn't know how it got into the hands of the Evans family.

“I hoped Sylvia could take a look at it before you put it away. Is that

okay?" the old Evans looked humble, almost imploring.

Seeing an old man like that, Clare was a bit moved.

Clare was not a hard-hearted person. His compassion was aroused.

He walked up to Sylvia's face, "Miss Andrews... Since your grandfather

said so, I'll let you take a look at it."

Sylvia had been sitting on the seat. Relics ... her mother’s relics.

She heard the argument between the old Evans and Clare and Skyla's

weak statement.

She heard the chatter of everyone around her, and she looked at the

eyes that gathered on her.

She looked down at the large palm in front of her. In the large palm, a

red ruby lay quietly.

The ruby emitted warm glow, like the loving gaze of her mother.

She had not had such a blank mind for a long time, but at this time ...

She couldn't help but stretch out her fingers and pick up the ruby,

clutching it tightly in her hand as if she were holding her mother's hand.

Her eyes were moist.

“Mom ... Is this the most personal thing you've ever had?"

“Does it still have your residual warmth on it?"

But ... She knew too late. If she had known it at the auction, she would

not give it to Clare.

She raised her eyes, her clear almond eyes firmly fixed on Clare's

eyes, "Mr. Hipps, sell it to me, no matter how much you want. 100

million? 200 million? It's all right. Whatever you ask."

The woman's clear, cold voice rang out across the auction floor, and

everyone stared at her in shock.

How rich must Sylvia be?

She seemed to be talking about something very common when she

offered 100 million.

“I'll give whatever you want in exchange for it, Mr. Hipps."

"500 million!"

Suddenly, a magnetic male voice rang out as Sylvia's voice faded.

Everyone was in an uproar! They were so shocked.

Franklin wanted to buy a ruby like this with 500 million! Was he crazy?

"Mr. Hipps, this is my wife's mother's relic. For the sake of the

deceased, is 500 million okay?"

Franklin once again spoke up and asked Clare in a softer tone.

500 million!

This was not a small amount.

Just to please Sylvia?

Tiffany stared at Sylvia with envy and jealousy. “What's so great about

her? Is she worth the 500 million Franklin spent for her?

And almost all the women in the room stared at Sylvia and Franklin in

admiration and shock.