After I agreed to marry Quentin, the first thing he did upon arriving in Marina Sands was to find me. 

The second thing was to track down the most famous jewelry designer in the country to custom-make a ring for me. 

To facilitate the communication, the designer and I exchanged phone numbers. 

During the wait, Justin tenderly blew on Alice’s hand as he comforted her. 

“That worthless stone of hers doesn’t matter. If you wear it, you’ll only lower your status. Don’t worry, I’ll go to Tiffany’s and bid on a bespoke gemstone for you.” 

Then Justin glanced at me with disdain. 

“Poor people are just pathetic, never having seen anything of value. They treat trash as treasure, with no class at all,” he said sarcastically. 

I wasn’t about to back down. 

“Yes, you’re right. I’ve had bad taste, mistaking trash for treasure. But now, I see things clearly. Trash belongs in the trash can, surrounded by other trash, so it doesn’t stink up the place.” 

“You!” Justin heard the underlying meaning in my words and pointed at me, warning me to shut up. 

I smiled. “Oh Justin, I’m talking about trash, not you. Don’t take it so personally.” 

Before things could escalate again, Collin stepped in. 

“Everyone’s watching. If someone records this and posts it online, it won’t be good for any of us.” 

Only then did Justin reign in his anger before turning around to soothe Alice. 

The jeweler arrived quickly. 

He opened his toolkit and, with expert precision, separated my gemstone from its band in just a few swift moves. 

“Here, your band. We’re even now.” I tossed the ring to Justin. 

He didn’t catch it and let it fall to the floor. 

Grinding his teeth, he said, “You’ve gone too far. Since you’ve taken this ring apart, I won’t prepare another one for you. Next time I propose, I’ll use a pull tab from a soda can instead.” 

The jeweler, having a good feel of the situation, turned to me. 

“Miss Viola, I’ve finished the conceptual drawing of your ring. Please take a look and see if there’s anything you’d like to modify.” 

He pulled out a hand-drawn sketch from his toolkit. The ring in the drawing sparkled brilliantly, clearly a piece of great value. 

Justin noticed the drawing and immediately snapped at me. 

“You have no shame! You dared to design such an expensive ring for yourself. Let me make it clear: I won’t waste money on such a thing for you. After your behavior today, you don’t deserve anything of such value!” 

Alice walked over to the drawing and lifted it delicately to examine it. 

She then turned to the jeweler. 

“This is a beautiful design. Can you make it for me? Justin, would you buy it for me as a gift?” 

“Of course. You’re my goddess. You deserve it,” Justin answered with a mocking smile, still looking at me. 

The jeweler awkwardly scratched his head. “I’m sorry, this design was custom-made for Miss Viola. It’s not available for anyone else to purchase.” 

“Custom-made? You’ve been deceived. She’s just a poor woman who clawed her way up to the Nolans’ young heir.