His Domineering Lover novel Chapter 110

Looking at the video monitor, under the dim light, an old man in black stood by the door with a box in his hand.

"Is someone at home?"

"You are...?" Tracey asked in confusion.

"Hello, Miss, I'm a newcomer from the next door. This is a gift from my master. Can you open the door please?" The old man was very respectful.

From his tone and posture, he should be the butler of a rich family.

"Okay, wait a minute." Tracey was going to visit them tomorrow, who knew that they sent butler tonight. It could be seen that they paid attention to the etiquette.

Tracey opened the door and the old man smiled kindly. "Sir, thank you very much. This wine is a gift for your master."

"Miss, thank you for your gift. If you need anything or any help, come to us at any time. It's getting late, I'm going back." The old man left with the red wine.

Tracey went upstairs with the gift box. She took a comfortable shower. Then she sat on the bed and opened the package.

It was the most delightful thing for women to open gifts, especially when they didn't know what was inside. Even if the value was not high, it would still make them look forward to it.

She wondered if it was a hand-made biscuit or a small accessory. When she opened the box, she found that there was another box.

"What sort of games are they playing? Maybe just because it is precious so it needs to be packaged well?" Tracey opened the second box patiently.

One more box inside! Was the neighbor fooling her? Tracey felt a little funny and surprised, a box contained another, just like the Matryoshka doll.

When she opened the ninth box, she found that there was a jewelry box- sized box inside. There should be no more boxes in such a small one.

Seeing such a small box, Tracey guessed a lot of things. Was it a brooch? But how could the neighbor know that is it a man or a woman living next door?

When she opened the last box, a dazzling light came into her sight. It turned out to be a huge ring, at least more than three karats.

The style was unique and the craftsmanship was exquisite. It was somewhat like the work of an internationally famous master.

Even if it was sold in an ordinary jewelry store, the price would be a six-digit number, let alone the well-known master's work.

"Who sent such a precious gift? And who would send a ring so randomly?" Tracey thought. "Maybe the neighbor took the wrong gift."

Maybe it was the gift for his girlfriend in the proposal and was accidentally taken by the butler, it was not a small mistake.

Tracey was about to repack it up. Suddenly she found that there was something else in the box that had implication to this ring.

It was a puzzle. She pieced the box together and found that it was a photo, a woman's photo.

However, the woman's face was covered by the mosaic. She looked at it carefully and found that the mosaic could be scratched off.

It was just like the lottery ticket she used to have when she was a child. Although she was very curious about the woman, she did not scratch it because she did not want to destroy such a carefully prepared surprise.