Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 646

Monica Ashley laid out her argument with such conviction, lifting her chin to scoff at Ruby.

“She didn’t have it custom-made by a friend. I bet she just bought one of Travis’s old designs!”

Monica was unequivocal, her eyes flashing with anger and contempt as she stared at Ruby. Her expression seemed to say, *“So? I’ve exposed you. Aren’t you embarrassed?”*

At her words, Ruby frowned.

Although she could tell Monica was targeting her, the woman's confident demeanor and gestures suggested she wasn't just making things up.

Ruby’s gaze fell on the brooch pinned to the old woman’s chest.

Travis…

She murmured the name, unsure how to respond.

She had specifically asked Garrison to create this piece. If Garrison had any connection to Travis, it would only be as the current CEO of The Vertex Quarter to its former lead designer. Could Garrison have specially commissioned Travis, who was now in Quinborough, to make it?

Ruby felt a mix of confusion and unease.

Her silence only fueled Monica Ashley’s arrogance.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? If you can’t think of a good excuse, I’d advise you to just admit it.” Monica crossed her arms with a sneer. “Some people just have to pass off a store-bought item as something they put a lot of thought into. It’s truly nauseating.”

She even scrunched up her face as if she were about to be sick.

Her performance was so over-the-top and malicious that Cassian’s face darkened.

He clenched his jaw, his cold gaze softening only slightly when it landed on Ruby’s pursed lips. He was just about to tell Monica to get out when Ruby spoke first.

“This piece was indeed specially designed for me by a friend. He even made the gift box himself. Even if it were a piece from my own collection, I believe it would be a perfectly acceptable gift, and there would be no need to tell such a pointless lie.”

Ruby shook her head gently, her expression composed, showing no sign of the panic or guilt Monica expected.

The old woman looked at Ruby and nodded in agreement.

“Alright, Monica…”

“A friend? Is your friend Travis, by any chance?” Monica noticed the old woman’s expression and her voice shot up, her eyes sharp. “Only Travis could create a design like this, and as far as I know, he stopped designing years ago. Do you really think a simple request from you could bring him out of retirement?”

“Or maybe…”

An idea seemed to strike Monica, and her eyes narrowed. “You had a fake made?”

The room fell silent.

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