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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1164

He hadn't even gotten comfortable with it yet when Tarquin decided to put it to use.

Tarquin was worried that just using the Newsom family's assets wouldn't be enough to catch the big fish.

He planned to use this exquisite gem to sweeten the bait.

Tarquin reassured Elysia, "If we've got nothing to hide, then we've got nothing to worry about. Once we find Winona, we'll clear Ridley's name and restore his honor."

"Don't worry, Mom. Mr. Newsom's sacrifices and all the trouble he's going through right now will be counted on Zane's tab!" Elysia said through gritted teeth. "Once we find Winona, we'll settle the score with him!"

Meanwhile, in an underground office near the border in a no-man's land, Zane was seated at his desk in a crisp white shirt, eyes glued to his computer and the Newsom family's trending news.

His handsome eyebrows knitted into a frown, clearly displeased. He scrolled with his mouse and clicked on the picture of the gem.

His mind wandered back to the time when he presented a set of dazzling jewelry to Elysia, and she gasped in delight, hands covering her mouth. A hint of warmth flickered in Zane's eyes.

After some hesitation, he made a call, "Is that illegitimate daughter real?"

"Not sure yet. We've collected samples and sent them to the lab. We'll have the results by tomorrow morning."

"Let me know as soon as the results come in."

"Got it."

Just as Zane hung up, a foreigner walked in. Upon spotting the gem photo on the computer screen, he exclaimed in broken English, "Wow! That's perfect! Is this yours?"

Zane narrowed his eyes, saying nothing.

"If you made a piece of jewelry out of this, women everywhere would go crazy for it! Beautiful! So beautiful!"

A smile crept onto Zane's face, "Not everyone is worthy of it. In the whole world, only she is."

"She? Your dream girl?"

Zane chuckled, "My future wife."

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