Hayes and Carlotta exchanged surprised glances the moment they heard Marigold’s words.
“Your son is too kind—there’s really no need to go to such lengths,” Hayes said politely to Marigold.
Marigold shot a glance at Jonathan. Jonathan’s face remained impassive, as if he hadn’t heard a word of their conversation.
Truth be told, Marigold herself was at a loss. She had no idea why Jonathan would bid so extravagantly for one of Niamh’s designs. It’s not as if he had any use for a golden phoenix comb. Dropping that kind of money was obviously a gesture—a gift for a woman he cared about.
Marigold’s first thought was Marina Thornton. After all, Marina had been Jonathan’s first love, and ever since his return to the country, he’d looked after her with exceptional care. Lately, though, it was clear even to outsiders that Jonathan’s attitude toward Marina had cooled. If he were still infatuated, he wouldn’t have agreed to let them set up this business meeting with the Quinns in the first place.
Officially, the Thomases and the Quinns were here to discuss a joint venture. But Jonathan was nobody’s fool; he must have realized their real agenda was to use the business talk as a pretext to push him and Ramona together.
In the past, Jonathan and Marina had been inseparable at every event. Yet this time, at the charity gala, Jonathan hadn’t even suggested bringing Marina along.
The more Marigold thought about it, the more convinced she became: the only logical recipient for such a lavish gift was Ramona. Jonathan was nothing if not astute—he understood the delicate balance of advantages and knew how to make the right impression. By spending a fortune on a piece of jewelry for Ramona, he could win her favor and, at the same time, earn the praise of Hayes and Carlotta.
The more she dwelled on it, the more gratified Marigold felt. Jonathan truly lived up to his role as the Thomas family’s heir—he didn’t need to be told how to win Ramona’s goodwill.
Jonathan’s fifty-million-dollar bid was enough to make every other competitor, even Prince William, shrink back.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Prince William asked quietly, noticing how Niamh’s expression had turned serious after Jonathan’s sky-high offer.
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