From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: The Real Ruby Canel

It didn’t take Sanna long to locate the gentleman she wanted. He was impossible to miss. The man stood out in every gathering he attended, not just for his booming voice, but for the way he wore his wealth like armor.

Armen, the jeweler, was an older man with dark, tightly curled hair streaked with gray. His presence filled a room as surely as the glinting metal draped across his body. A thick gold chain weighed on his neck, nearly gleaming as brightly as the chandelier above, while each of his wrists bore enough bracelets and bangles to strain the strength of lesser men. To some, it was excessive. To Armen, it was marketing.

He was always flaunting his products, always ready to promote his brand. Loud, flamboyant, relentless, yet no one could deny his expertise. Beneath all the showmanship, Armen knew his craft better than most professionals alive.

"Mr. Armen, if you would," Sanna said smoothly, handing him the necklace with a confident smile.

He raised his thick eyebrows, then pulled a small magnifying glass from his inner pocket. It was a tool he carried everywhere, for there were always people trying to sell him items on the spot. He pressed the glass close, squinting, turning the piece gently in the light.

The room seemed to quiet around him. Conversations dulled, breaths held. All eyes locked onto the chain in his hand, waiting for the verdict.

Finally, Armen grunted in satisfaction.

"It’s genuine," he declared. "The real Ruby Canel. An extraordinary piece. I have no idea how you managed to get your hands on something like this, but whoever gave it to you... they must be someone very powerful indeed."

With that, he gave Sanna a knowing smile and walked away, the weight of his pronouncement left hanging in the air.

Sheri carefully took the necklace back, fastening it once more around her neck. As the jewel settled against her collarbone, the tension in the room shifted.

Heat rose to Anton’s face, blooming red across his cheeks. He cleared his throat, visibly flustered. Only minutes ago, he had practically accused the Curts family of flaunting a fake. Now his pride stung like a slap.

"I told you it was real," Sanna said sharply, her chin tilted high. "There was never any reason to doubt the Billion Bloodline Group."

Anton scowled. "I didn’t say it was a fake. I said it might be. There’s a difference." His words sounded hollow, even to himself. He could hardly believe it. Why would any firm, venture capitalist or otherwise, gift such an item to Sheri? None of it made sense.

Christopher, who had been watching with wide eyes, leaned forward. "It does make you wonder, doesn’t it? A VC firm appearing out of nowhere, moving with such boldness... who exactly is behind the Billion Bloodline Group? Who has that kind of money and influence?"

At those words, every ear in the circle perked up. Even passing guests slowed their steps to catch a fragment of the conversation. And Sanna, her chest swelling with pride, remained perfectly silent, letting curiosity do the work for her.

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