Because so much time had passed, finding it was a bit of a challenge.
Fortunately, her time as Seth's secretary at the Aurelion Group had ingrained in her the strict habit of keeping meticulous records.
So, after some effort, she actually found the paper.
She had a good idea why Halley wanted it.
She carefully organized all the timelines and evidence.
By the time she finished, it was already past eleven.
As she went to close the window before bed, she noticed a black sedan parked under a tree outside again.
It wasn't a designated parking spot, and in a high-end complex like this where everyone had their own assigned space, it was unusual for someone to park randomly.
After a moment's thought, Noreen made a call.
Ten minutes later, the flashing lights of a police car swept across the street below.
Noreen rolled over and went to sleep, feeling secure.
Meanwhile, Bianca arrived home, her face a mask of disappointment.
It was late, but Yvonne was still up, clearly waiting for her.
Seeing her daughter return, she immediately asked, "Well? Did Seth propose?"
Bianca's voice was heavy with dejection. "No."
"What happened?" Yvonne frowned.
"I don't know. He just didn't do anything," Bianca said listlessly.
She had expected Seth to propose when they were alone.
But he had simply dropped her off at home, said goodbye, and left, just like any other day.
From the moment she learned he had bought the ruby, she had been eagerly anticipating his proposal.
She waited and waited, but he never mentioned the ruby jewelry, and he never proposed.
As for all those expensive auction items Mrs. Chase had mentioned, she didn't even know if it was true anymore.
Lillian chose that moment to call.
Bianca didn't need to guess why she was calling.
…
Monday, Rivercrest University.
Noreen arrived as scheduled.
Her good mood soured the moment she saw Bianca and her entourage.
She ignored them completely and walked straight inside.
Bianca, with equal disdain, looked away from Noreen, treating her like thin air.
Jude glanced at Noreen, then deliberately asked Bianca, "So, where are we celebrating later? I've already ordered the champagne!"
He spoke louder than usual, clearly intending for a certain someone to hear.
That certain someone did glance over at the group, but her eyes quickly moved away as she left.
Still, Henry noticed Noreen's reaction.
Her expression… it looked like… scorn?
But what right did she have to look down on anyone?

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