The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 87

87 Chapter 87 Thirty Million Dollar Warning

87 Chapter 87 Thirty Million Dollar Warning

Blanche’s POV 1

After Demetrius’s operation, the chaos that had consumed my life finally stopped, letting everything return to its normal rhythm.

Three days later, I left work early and headed straight to the Callum Mansion to prepare dinner for my family.

I’d been working in the kitchen for about thirty minutes, getting everything ready, when Camila walked through the front door.

“Aunt Blanche, there’s a delivery for you!”

Camila called out from the living room.

I stepped out of the kitchen and spotted an elegantly wrapped package sitting on the dining table.

Vincent. The thought hit me instantly.

Between all the drama with Demetrius, I’d pushed him completely out of my mind.

I’d convinced myself he was just playing games, that his promises would fade once the novelty wore off.

But nearly ten days had passed, and the gifts kept coming.

‘Is he really dropping hundreds of millions on this stuff?‘ I wondered. ‘Or is it all just an act?‘

I knew Vincent Aarav by reputation, but only the surface details.

I never actually believed someone like Vincent would be genuinely interested in me.

Sure, Vincent always cracked jokes about wanting to get me into bed, but I’d dismissed it as his usual games.

After all, Vincent belonged to that elite circle. Why would someone like him seriously pursue a divorced single mother?

While I stood there processing this, Camila’s voice snapped me back to reality. “What’s inside, Aunt Blanche?”

“Let’s find out,” I said, forcing a smile as I approached the table.

Camila settled into a chair, propping her chin on her hands with that adorable, expectant look.

Inside lay another bracelet, this one carved from flawless nephrite jade. The light made it shimmer with an otherworldly glow.

Camila’s breath caught. “Oh my god, who sent you this? It’s so gorgeous it doesn’t look real!”

My stomach dropped. The quality was extraordinary–no flaws, no impurities, just those delicate moss–green veins running through it.

Even with my limited knowledge, I could tell this wasn’t some knockoff. This bracelet was worth a fortune, probably more than that

emerald piece from the auction.

I moved to snap the box shut, but Quinton’s voice drifted in from the entrance. “I could hear the commotion from the driveway. What’s

got you so worked up? Maybe your aunt will buy you something similar one day.”

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“Daddy, you’re back!” Camila squealed, jumping from her seat and racing toward him.

Quinton caught her in his arms, giving her nose a playful pinch. “What were you two examining?”

“Someone gave Aunt Blanche a bracelet,” she said, gripping his shirt. “It’s absolutely magical, like something from a princess story.”

Quinton carried Camila into the room, saying, “Show me this magical bracelet.”

He moved toward the table with her in his arms, his eyes landing on the open container.

His face darkened immediately.

He lowered Camila to the floor. “Camila, go upstairs and work on your drawings. Your aunt and I need to discuss something.”

Camila, always cooperative, nodded and disappeared upstairs.

Quinton’s sudden shift in mood sent anxiety coursing through me.

After his daughter left, he faced me directly. “Who’s behind this?”

“Vincent Aarav, I believe,” I replied without hesitation.

Quinton’s anger erupted. “Do you understand what this thing costs?”

I shook my head.

“Amber and I attended a fashion event yesterday,” he said, his voice strained. “They held an auction afterwards. Vincent purchased this bracelet. He dropped thirty million without blinking. Nobody else even tried to compete with him.”

The room tilted around me.

After the shock passed, I closed the box firmly. “Quinton, I’m going to find him. I’ll return it immediately.”

“Blanche, hold on,” Quinton called, stopping me mid–stride.

He moved closer, the fury in his expression melting into pain and concern. “Men like Zain Jacob and Vincent Aarav… they exist in a different universe than ours. Remember how desperately you wanted Zain, and see where that led. I’m not opposed to you finding

someone,

and I understand your attraction to influential men, but the divide is insurmountable. With someone like Vincent, you’ll never distinguish between genuine feelings and manipulation. He’s got a reputation as a player. Whatever game he’s running, don’t let him drag

you into it.”

He hesitated briefly. “Maybe I’m being protective to a fault, Blanche. I just want you with someone ordinary. That’s the only scenario where I’d have any ability to shield you. Against men in their league… I’m powerless…”

“I understand, Quinton,” I said, tears threatening to spill.

I managed a thankful smile.

Some truths didn’t require explanation.

I got the message completely.

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After weighing my options, I decided against meeting Vincent face–to–face.

Instead, I collected every gift he’d sent and drove to his home.

A housekeeper opened the door. Seeing an attractive young woman standing there, she jumped to conclusions.

Countless women appeared at this address, chasing after Vincent.

Assuming I was another lovesick admirer, the housekeeper began closing the door.

“Excuse me, could you please deliver these to Mr. Aarav?” I said quickly, reading her assumptions.

The housekeeper froze, taken aback. The women who showed up here typically wailed or created scenes, pleading for her assistance. Someone this composed, attempting to return items… that was unprecedented.

“Mr. Aarav has a policy against accepting returned presents,” the housekeeper explained. “If you’re determined to give them back…”

Before she could continue, I pulled out my phone and started filming. “I’m creating a record of this return,” I announced clearly, capturing everything on camera. “Your staff has been informed. I won’t be liable for any damages or losses.”

I then removed each bracelet, displaying it clearly for the camera.

Once I finished documenting everything, I walked away without looking back.

The housekeeper remained frozen, staring at the packages on her doorstep. By the time she thought to call after me, I’d vanished.

She sighed heavily and reluctantly gathered the boxes, bringing them inside.

These items represented massive value; she couldn’t abandon them outside.

If anything disappeared, she’d never earn enough to replace it.

From my hiding spot around the block, I watched until I saw the housekeeper secure everything indoors. Only then did I breathe easier

and drive home.

Seven days later, I got a call from Oswald Jacob one evening.

“Blanche, come to the estate. I have a task for you.”

I agreed and drove to Jacob Manor after finishing work.

When I arrived, Oswald was alone.

He invited me to join him for dinner first, then cut to the chase. “I’ve arranged a gift. I need you to visit the Stewart residence and see

Mrs. Stewart.”

Noticing my reluctance, he clarified, “You’ll be going as my representative.”