The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 48

Isabelle looked at the sapphire ring on her finger and shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

“Are you sure? I can give you two million for it,” the pawnshop owner told her.

“Two million?” she asked, unbelieving. Was the ring really worth that much? And that was just the price she was getting at a pawnshop. What was its real value? How did Jacob get his hands on such an expensive ring?

“Yes,” the owner confirmed. “We can pay for it right away.”

Isabelle gnawed on her lip. Two million was more than enough to pay for Ruth’s surgery. If she sold this ring…

She shook her head, ridding the thought from her mind. No. She couldn’t sell Jacob’s gift to her.

“It’s my wedding ring,” she told the owner, “I’m not selling it.”

“Are you sure?” the woman asked as she got ready to leave again. “You look like you could use the money.”

Was that why they had offered her such a poor price for the bags? They must have thought she was so desperate.

She shook her head again. “If you’re not going to give me a better price for the bags, I’ll get going.”

“I understand,” the owner said, and then fixed her gaze on her ring again. “Before you go, I could give you a quick maintenance service for the ring. It’s so beautiful, but it could look better with a little maintenance. It looks like it’s seen better days.”

“Uh, no, thank you,” Isabelle told her, noticing the greedy look she was giving the ring. She obviously wanted it so badly. What if she gave it to her and she refused to give it back? Or exchanged it with a fake one?

“If you’re worried about losing your ring, we have surveillance cameras you can check. You’ll be able to see the entire process if you want,” the owner assured her, pointing to the cameras in the shop.

Isabelle looked at the cameras and pondered the issue. With surveillance, they wouldn’t be able to sneakily steal her ring, right?

“We understand if you’re not comfortable giving it to us,” the owner said, giving her a warm smile. “I just looked at it and imagined how much more brilliant it would look with a little maintenance. It’ll only cost you a few bucks to have it cleaned and polished, but if you’re not–”

“Fine,” Isabelle agreed finally, deciding she had nothing to lose. “I’ll give it to you.”