With that, Dante took out a small wooden box and slid it across the desk toward Ivy.
The box made a soft, hollow sound against the polished surface.
Ivy stared at it for a moment, confusion flickering across her face, before slowly reaching out.
The wood felt cool beneath her fingertips, smooth with age. When she opened it, her breath caught.
Inside lay a diamond bracelet, dazzling even under the muted office lights.
She froze. The bracelet was heavy, solid, its craftsmanship unmistakably exquisite.
'If I'm not mistaken…' her thoughts raced, 'this isn't just decoration.'
The diamonds were dense and flawless, their weight alone telling a story. '
At the very least, this has to be worth one… maybe two million dollars.'
As if sensing her thoughts, Dante let out a low laugh.
"This bracelet isn't just jewelry," he said calmly.
"It's important." He paused. "It's an identification key to the Blackthorn vault."
Ivy looked up sharply, confusion deepening.
