She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 646

Hugo took a sip of his milkshake and patted Storm on the shoulder. "Chill out. The boss never does anything without a master plan. She probably just had a stroke of genius."

Nightingale swiped the iced watermelon juice the waiter had just set down, taking a massive gulp while Storm groaned in despair. Then, her phone buzzed with another encrypted message from Loyce.

"The boss says to contact Giselle. She needs two tailored suits for her and Hank for the trial, and they must heavily feature the Bloomberry logo..."

Nightingale blinked, reading the text again. "Uh... what is she plotting?"

Storm threw his hands up. "She’s facing life in prison, and her priority is her courtroom fashion?!"

Hugo scratched his head. "Why does it specifically have to be Bloomberry?"

When the message reached Giselle, who was still waiting nervously at the resort, she and the rest of the team were utterly bewildered. They had been wondering why Loyce had vanished.

"They're both going to jail?!" Giselle practically shrieked into the phone. "And they want me to make them clothes? Right now?! What is going through their heads? Shouldn't they be trying to, I don't know, not go to prison?!"

"Honestly, I have no idea," Hugo replied over the line. "But you know the boss. When she asks for something, you do it. She’s got her reasons. You have their measurements, right?"

"Obviously I don't have Hank's measur—" Giselle started to snap, then bit her tongue hard.

She actually *did* know his measurements. As a master designer, a single touch and a good visual sweep were all she needed to map out a perfect fit. And she knew Loyce’s measurements by heart.

"But we don't have time to make custom outfits!" Giselle argued, her voice laced with panic. "If they’re worried about their outfits, they must have a plan to get out of this, right? They'll be okay?"

"They’ll be fine," Hugo assured her. "You have a week. You have your entire Bloomberry team at the resort. I’ll get you whatever materials you need. Just have the clothes ready in a week, and the lawyer will deliver them."

Despite how absurd it sounded, Giselle agreed. When she relayed the insane request to her design team, they were stunned, but out of absolute loyalty to Loyce, they immediately got to work.

Back at the hospital, once Ayla's condition stabilized, Sagan found out Loyce had been arrested. He was drowning in guilt, but he was just an ordinary man. He couldn't fight the titans of the world.

Coleman felt like he had been plunged into ice water. Panicking, he made a frantic phone call.

"What do I do?!" he demanded, pacing the floor. "Lucian definitely took her, but I have zero proof! If he gets that old hag to talk, it’s over!"

The man on the other end of the line was dead calm. "Your mother-in-law is a minor issue. Your daughter is the problem. If you want to keep your head attached to your shoulders, make sure Loyce never makes it back home. She needs to lose that trial in Serrania. I’ll get Corinne the best defense money can buy, and then we’ll arrange for Loyce to have a tragic accident in her cell."

Coleman took a deep breath to steady his racing heart, then gritted his teeth in frustration. "Corinne only approached Loyce because Loyce is 'SaintHealer.' She was the only one who could cure the old woman so she could authorize the release of the family’s trust funds! How were we supposed to know she was working with Lucian?"

Corinne had known the risks, but she had severely underestimated Loyce.

The line went dead silent for a long moment.

"Lucian is like a cockroach you just can't crush," Yale Nash finally said. "And people keep throwing themselves on the line for him. As long as he's breathing, we’re all in danger."