Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 10 Pledging Your Treasure

Chapter 10 Pledging Your Treasure

When Liam pushed open the door of his house, he saw Stella coming out of the kitchen with two plates

of dishes.

Her initially sad face immediately transformed into a smile upon seeing him, although the smile

appeared somewhat forced.

Liam washed his hands and sat at the table. After a day of training, he was hungry, and the steaming

food looked quite appetizing.

He picked up his bowl and started eating while Stella sat quietly across from him, not moving.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at her.

Stella paused and shook her head gently.

"Then eat," Liam said as he put a piece of meat on her plate. "Can you get full just by looking at it?"

Stella lowered her head and pursed her lips, but she really didn't have an appetite. Just then, her

phone dinged with a message from her brother, Samuel Wright. "Sis, when are you coming with the

money? The doctor claims that he's going to stop giving Mom medicine."

Her heart tightened as she subconsciously looked at the low cabinet drawer in the bedroom.

The jewelry Liam had given her was lying inside. The bracelet, in particular, should be worth a lot of

money.

"What are you thinking about?" Suddenly, a deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

Stella snapped back and trembled at the sight of the man's deep-set eyes. There was something about

Liam's aura that set him apart from ordinary people. It always left her with a strong sense of oppression

whenever she looked at him.

"Nothing," she whispered.

Liam put down his bowl and looked at her meaningfully. "Is there something you want to talk to me

about?"

Stella shook her head in panic.

Unperturbed, Liam looked at her for a moment before chuckling and continuing to eat.

Since she didn't want to tell him, he would not press. Sooner or later, she would reach her limits.

That night, Stella's heart was in turmoil. She read Samuel's message back and forth several times and

thought of countless ways to earn money. But none of them could solve the urgent problem.

Going back to the Taylor family to ask for money was impossible. Now the only way was...

She quietly closed the door to her room, pulled open the cabinet drawer, and took out the carved

wooden box. The jewelry inside glistened in the moonlight. She took out the bracelet and hesitated for

a long time before finally wrapping it carefully and putting it in her pocket.

...

"Well, it's really nice," the staff member at the jewelry house said as she nodded and smiled. "Miss,

although this bracelet of yours is outdated, it's a classic model with superior texture. Nowadays, it's rare

to see something of such good quality in either gold or jade."

"How much can I get for it?" Stella asked expectantly.

"You want to pledge it, right?" The staff member smiled and took her to a cabin inside.

There were several professional instruments on the table. The staff member asked Stella to wait there

for a moment before leaving.

Stella sat there, looking around. The jewelry store was more luxurious than she had imagined.

In fact, she hadn't held out much hope before coming. After all, the bracelet looked old, and given

Liam's condition, he couldn't have given her anything too valuable.

She hadn't expected the staff here to let her stay.

She held the bracelet in her hand, weighing it back and forth. After a moment, she stood up and began

to pace around the room, her steps hesitant and unsteady.

She didn't know that every little move she made was being watched by someone.

"Mr. Wilson, this is an ancestral item of the Martinez family. Should we bring this lady over now?"

Behind the wide desk, a pair of eyes stared at the screen on the computer. The handsome face wore a

cynical smile. He leaned back, his long legs crossed on the desk. His eyes narrowed as he curled his

lips. "There is no rush. Let's wait and see!"

"But what if it was stolen by her?"

"I don't think so," Oliver said as he rotated his lighter and lit a cigarette. "I heard that Noah got married.

This must be his wife. Heh, such a valuable thing in her custody. Noah must not have thought that she

would bring it here."

"Mr. Wilson, what should we do next?"

"Have that clerk put a price on it. Just start with 160,000 dollars!"

Stella waited apprehensively for the clerk to come back. Once she did, the clerk grinned at her. "Miss,

after our professional appraisal, this bracelet can be mortgaged for 160,000 dollars." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Stella's ears buzzed, and she froze for a full ten seconds.

160,000 dollars?

She clutched the bracelet, and a difficult look appeared on her pretty face.

The price was much higher than she had expected. She hadn't thought that the bracelet would be so

valuable.

With the money, not to mention her mother's current medical expenses, their future would be secure,

and Samuel could even be enrolled in a better school.

But this was Liam's wedding gift to her.

Stella hesitated and wrinkled her brow.

Her mind suddenly flashed back to the way Liam had looked when he handed her the jewelry box.

"This is all I have. It's all given to you, and you'll be in charge of this household from now on."

She bit her lip, and her heart pounded with guilt. He had given her everything he owned. Was this how

she repaid his sincerity?

"Miss, are you not satisfied with this price?" The clerk said with a flattering smile. "The price can still be

negotiated. I can show you our mortgage records for your reference, and then you can think..."

"I'm not selling it!" Stella abruptly got up and quickly put the bracelet back into her bag.

"Uh..."

Before the clerk could react, she had already run out of the jewelry store and disappeared into the

crowded streets.

"She didn't sell it? This is unexpected." A teasing voice came from upstairs in the jewelry store.

The clerk immediately turned around and bowed deeply. She greeted him respectfully. "Mr. Wilson!"

The man's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his handsome face showed an unrestrained look. He sat

down on the sofa, took out his phone, and laughed. "Noah, guess what? Your wife came to me with

your ancestral treasure for a mortgage."