She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 212

“What is this? Just a fountain pen!” Sabrina said with a disappointed look.

“What is this? Just a fountain pen!” Sabrina said with a disappointed look.

Nathaniel, however, carefully lifted the pen from its box.

“Maybe Mr. Whitmore knew you’re a collector of fine writing instruments, Dad. A vintage pen is quite thoughtful,” Aria couldn't help but speak up for Preston.

“But how much is a pen worth? A few hundred? A few thousand?” Sabrina's face was still full of disdain.

Nathaniel glanced at Sabrina, his eyes filled with disappointment at her ignorance.

“Do you have any idea what kind of brush this is?”

At Nathaniel's question, Sabrina shook her head. She knew nothing about antique pens.

“This is an antique, limited-edition fountain pen. It features a solid 18K gold nib and a rare mother-of-pearl barrel, intricately engraved with custom motifs.”

If Nathaniel wasn't mistaken, this pen was a rare collector's item from an auction, with a price of at least five million dollars.

But Preston was a stranger to him. Why would he give him such a valuable gift for no reason?

Nathaniel felt a flicker of doubt, examining the brush over and over.

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like a fake.

Sabrina didn't understand this field and wasn't interested, so she quickly pulled Aria back to her room.

Once the door was closed, she scolded Aria in a low voice.

“How could you be so useless! I went to so much trouble to pave the way for you, and you just let the position and shares slip through your fingers! I’m so angry I could burst!”

Seeing Sabrina with her hands on her hips, seething with rage, Aria knew her mother was blaming her for voluntarily returning the company shares and position.

“Mom, don’t be angry… I did that for our future. Think about it, if Dad really wanted to give me the shares and the position, would he have accepted them back even if I returned them?”

“Aria, let me be blunt. You are destined to take over from Nathaniel one day. Your future husband's family must be no less prestigious than Dominic’s.”

“No matter how handsome that Preston is, he’s just a regular office worker. Even the gift he gave your father was a cheap pen. How could a working-class man like that ever be worthy of you?”

“So I’m telling you, get the idea of dating him out of your head right now, do you understand?”

Warned by Sabrina, Aria didn’t dare to talk back.

“Yes, I know, Mom. Don’t worry.”

Although she placated her mother with her words, Aria’s mind couldn't help but conjure up Preston’s image.

Preston’s clothes, his bearing, his manner of speaking—none of it was like that of a typical salaried employee.

Aria trusted her own judgment.