Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 613

“Wearing something a dead person wore? That's bad luck. Get it away from me,” Yolanda said impatiently.

Her words cast a chill over the room.

Belinda felt a headache coming on but forced herself to intervene. “Eden, this bracelet is an antique. I’ve heard that old things can carry a certain… weight, which isn’t good for people with delicate constitutions. Since it’s been passed down through the generations, it’s a Thompson family heirloom. I’ll keep it safe for Yolanda, and we can pass it down to your child…”

Eden stared at her in silence, his gaze cold and sharp. Belinda’s voice faltered, eventually trailing off completely under his stare.

“Alright, let's all go out and let Yolanda rest,” Vincent said, seizing the moment. “You, come with me to the study.”

Eden followed Vincent upstairs to the study.

A maid knocked and entered, serving them coffee before discreetly leaving.

Vincent took a sip and spoke to Eden in a slow, deliberate tone. “Get your people ready. We have another shipment going out next week. Be careful. No mistakes.”

Vincent’s tone was condescending, an order from on high, and Eden’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

He also picked up his cup, and took a few tentative sips.

After finishing, he set the cup down and said with a smile, “Don't worry, Mr. Walker, I'll handle it perfectly. There's just one thing—I'll be taking a 20% cut of the profits from this shipment.”

“What did you say?” Vincent nearly dropped his cup.

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