Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I gestured towards a bracelet, when an attendant nearby chimed in, "This piece is up for auction first. If you're interested, we can get you a slot. You'd be after the thirtieth, there are thirty ladies ahead in line."

I waved it off, not that I was desperate for it. Just glanced at the price tag and did

a quick mental conversion to our currency. My eyes widened - a bracelet for 8 million dollars.

Wandering a bit more, I spotted a grape sculpture, carved from amethyst, lifelike down to the dewdrops on its surface.

Then, eyeing the price tag - a cool $130,000. I nodded at Helen.

Helen whipped out a black card, and with a swipe, the transaction was as casual as picking up groceries. I had successfully snagged a piece.

Still, a long way from $2.6 million.

"What do you fancy, Helen?"

She looked around, then unapologetically declared, "Then I'll really pick one."

Amidst our conversation, she chose a Buddha statue, and I caught the price tag - $65,000.noveldrama

I couldn't help but smirk, "You pick the cheapest thing available. Quite the ambition."

Yet, she treasured it like the rarest gem, slipping it into her pocket.

For the first time, I realized she had someone important in her life.

"Helen, your family?" It was like I struck a nerve; she glared at me.

Then, deflating, she shared, "Lydia was my mom. She died because of you. It wasn't your fault, so I resented you, pushed you away from Mr. Hilton. But then, seeing you risk everything to save others, I suddenly admired you, understood why my mom protected you. So, I'll protect you too."

What goes around comes around. Good intentions bring good fortune.

"I do bear a huge responsibility for Lydia's death. I'm sorry, Helen."

"It's okay, I've come to terms with it. My mom died a hero, and you're trying to save others. The only one at fault is Claude."

Her eyes darkened with hatred and a hint of murderous intent at the mention of Claude.

I didn't press further but took her

shopping for several other item et

Then, with a smile, she asked, "Do you enjoy this lavish lifestyle?

I nodded, "I do, but it's important to stay grounded, not lose sight of who you are."

She patted my shoulder, "That butterfly brooch, so beautiful, and it's a

masterpiece. Let's get that."

Following her gaze, the brooch

sparkled with a butterfly motif, its

hollow design adorned with

multicolored gems, alive with

movement. As I was about to pay, the attendant announced a princess had just decreed that all

butterfly-themed jewelry was reserved for her tonight, demanding a refund.

A smirk curled under my veil. So, the princess was playing tyrant.

Helen looked at me, "Should we stir trouble?"

She nodded solemnly, "Let's cause a stir."

With lightning-fast reflexes, Helen snatched the brooch.

"Sorry, but my boss has her heart on this design," Helen declared

confidently, pinning it onto my nex

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jacket. I felt a little heavier with pride.

"Do you know who you're challenging?" the princess's maid eyed us coldly. Helen's lips curled in triumph, "We bought it first. Money's no issue for us."

"Our boss wears it best."

Her remark turned heads, sparking whispers. It's rare to see someone bold enough to challenge a princess.