Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 311

Loretta sized him up. “And you are…?”

“I’m the one who contacted you.”

“Oh, so it’s you.”

“This way, please.”

Julian stepped aside, gesturing for her to follow.

Loretta trailed behind him, glancing around with wide eyes. She’d never set foot in such an extravagant restaurant before—everything gleamed with understated luxury.

She couldn’t help wondering if everyone working at the auction house was as loaded as Mr. Howard!

She leaned in, curiosity getting the best of her as they stepped into the elevator. “So, tell me—how much is my gold coin actually worth?”

Julian gave a small smile. “It’s not something you can put a price tag on.”

Loretta frowned. That answer didn’t help at all. Was it valuable or not?

When Julian opened the door to a private room, Loretta caught a glimpse of someone sitting behind a decorative screen.

Julian walked around the screen, and she followed close behind, her curiosity piqued. As soon as she saw the man’s face, Loretta was taken aback—her luck these days was unbelievable. That was two handsome men she’d met in a row!

“Young master, this is Miss Donovan,” Julian announced, standing at the man’s side.

Wesley set down his coffee cup and looked her over. “The coin is yours?”

She nodded, a little thrown. “Yeah, it is.”

“Have you had it since you were young?”

Loretta blinked in confusion. “No, why? Aren’t you with the auction house? Do you really need to ask about that kind of thing?”

Julian stepped in, his tone gentle. “Miss Donovan, we’re not from the auction house. We represent the Rayburn family. The medieval coin you have is actually a Rayburn family heirloom.”

Loretta stared at him, dumbstruck. “An… heirloom?”

Julian nodded. “That’s right. We’ve been searching for the Rayburn family’s missing daughter, so we need to confirm how you came to possess the coin. Do you remember anything about how you got it?”

Rayburn family’s missing daughter…

Suddenly, Loretta remembered the conversation she’d overheard in the garden that day.

That old coin was the Rayburn family’s heirloom? But how had it ended up in her dad’s hands?

Could it be… she wasn’t the Donovans’ biological daughter at all?

Back in the car, Julian turned to Wesley. “Do you think she could be the one?”

“I don’t know,” Wesley replied calmly. “Let’s wait for the results.”

His tone was detached, without a trace of excitement or hope. You’d think he’d be happy at the prospect of finding a long-lost sister, but he seemed less interested than if he were meeting an adopted sibling.

Meanwhile—

Charlotte stepped out of the hospital and spotted Natalie emerging from a car parked beneath a flowering dogwood.

Charlotte paused, already guessing who was inside.

Natalie approached her. “Ma’am, Mr. Howard is waiting for you in the car.”

Charlotte took a deep breath. “Is he serious about settling down in Riverspire City?”

Natalie smiled. “That depends on you. If you decide to stay, there’s no reason Mr. Howard couldn’t open a branch office here.”

Charlotte fell silent and walked over to the car.

She slid into the passenger seat just as Evander finished a phone call. He turned to her. “My father and grandmother are in town. Come with me—they’re eager to meet you.”