No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 827

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that moment. Ernest must have been really bored when he came up with this idea. I mean, decorating an urn and disguising a collector as a jewelry box? That's just plain ridiculous.

Or maybe he did it on purpose, so others would just think it was jewelry, not some collector.

"What on earth is he up to?" Allen was losing his patience, reaching out to grab it.

I swatted his hand away, mocking him, "What are you thinking? Aren't you worried there might be a venomous scorpion or some hidden trap inside?"

Allen shot me a glance, "Then hurry up and open it. Ernest's got quite the imagination, pulling something like this."

I would have opened it even if he hadn't pushed me to. I reached out and took the red jewelry box from the fluffy white feathers.

It was really light!

Right then, I thought, there's no way there's a collector inside this box.

That thing should have some heft to it, right?

But despite my suspicions, I carefully opened it, and what I saw made my eyes widen again.

"A ring?" Allen had seen it too, equally shocked and incredulous.

Yes, a ring.

And not just any ring—a diamond ring, and judging by its size, several carats at least.

Does this guy have a thing for giving rings?

He'd left with some high-tech matching rings, and now he was sending another one.

I reached out to grab the ring, but Allen was quicker, snatching it up and scrutinizing it, searching for any hidden secrets.

I didn't bother with the ring. Instead, I focused on the jewelry box, which was now empty.

Allen didn't want to accept it, but he had no choice.

I was surprised too. Ernest had told me himself that he’d hidden the collector in the urn, yet it was missing now.

So where was the collector?

Could it have been swapped?

I had buried the urn myself, and when we dug it up, nothing seemed amiss, so nobody had tampered with it there. The only time it could have been switched was when the urn was handed to me.

Yolande Clark had given me the urn. Could Yolande have swapped it?

I was lost in thought when suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. Allen had grabbed me, "Felicia, either you give me what I want, or..."

He clenched his jaw, eyeing the pit we'd dug up for the urn, "Or I'll bury you right here."