Chapter 381

Third Person's POV

The manager was offering Cleo a way to save face. If she agreed, the jewelry could be stored under the pretense of consignment, allowing her to retain some dignity.

Cleo visibly relaxed, her iron-grey eyes losing some tension, and she smiled gratefully, tears still welling up.

But this smile looked kind of pitiful. Even her pheromones became softer.

Before she could speak, Drusi