His Dangerous Angel (Serena and Sebastian) novel Chapter 127

So she was the type to respond to money.

"I'm Craig, owner of Eagle Jewelers."

Seeing the name, Serena paused. "Mom, isn’t Aunt Wendy’s son named Craig?"

"That’s right. He runs Eagle Jewelers—it’s a well-known emerald dealer here in Evervale City."

"The call you made earlier… was that to him?"

Serena’s tone sounded like she was ready to defend her mom, like a daughter confronting someone who’d bullied her outside.

Olivia cleared her throat. "Your cousin’s always been polite with us. He must’ve really had something urgent today. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have hung up."

She was trying to save a bit of face in front of her daughter.

Serena didn’t look particularly concerned. She left her phone on the table and headed to wash up.

Craig waited, phone in hand, still no reply. So he sent another thousand dollars.

“Can we be friends?”

Serena replied instantly: "No."

What the hell? You’ve already taken two thousand from me and still say no?

Craig gritted his teeth and typed again:

"Then can you at least tell me how you picked out that emerald?"

He included a photo of the emerald and another thousand-dollars transfer.

Serena: "Luck."

Damn.

Could you be any more vague?

Craig: "Hey, with luck like yours, would you be interested in gambling on stones with me next time?"

He didn’t want to send more money… but after a whole minute of no response, he caved and sent another thousand.

Serena: "Sure. As long as the money’s right."

Of course. Her response time was directly proportional to the size of his payment.

"Let’s add each other on WhatsApp?"

He tossed another thousand.

"Adding me costs five thousand more."

F*ck.

Are you seriously not a scammer?

If he didn’t already know she was a girl, he would’ve cursed her out in person.

Yep. Definitely a money-driven person.

No response.

Craig stared at it, annoyed, then sent another five hundred.

Only then did he realize—what the hell? The two messages combined spelled out "yes."

What the actual f*ck?

I give you five hundred and you only type half a word?

What kind of creature did my uncle’s family raise?

While he was still stewing, Wendy called.

"Did that candy I gave you get tested yet?"

Craig forced himself to calm down.

"The main component is a pharmaceutical. It’s not harmful, but there are two substances we couldn’t identify." It was strange—even his friend who specialized in drug testing couldn’t identify them.

"I’ve already sent it to the Wang family’s lab in Ardenos for further analysis. But Mom, with ingredients that can’t be identified, it’s better not to take them casually." Craig offered his sincere warning.

Wendy touched her cheek, where the dark spots had nearly faded completely. The results in just a week had been incredible.

Because the formula had irritated her stomach, she’d even stopped taking it for three days. But after resuming with just one candy a day, not only had her stomach recovered, the pigmentation had visibly lightened.

Still, she knew the rule of thumb in the beauty world: the faster something works, the more likely it contains hormones or harmful substances. Bleaching agents like lead, for instance, could cause lead poisoning.