The cheerful mood shattered instantly.

Chloe’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of deep worry that mirrored the sudden tension in the office.

Isabella felt a cold dread twist in her stomach, a dark premonition crawling up her spine.

She took a slow, deliberate breath, her expression hardening with resolve. “Oliver, calm down. Breathe. Now tell me exactly what’s wrong.”

Oliver’s inhale was ragged, his voice a strained whisper. “The… the Rosalia Pink Diamond… it’s disappeared. It’s just gone.”

“What?” Isabella’s voice broke with shock. Her hand jerked, accidentally sweeping a stack of files off her desk. Papers flew everywhere, fluttering to the floor in a chaotic mess. Her face lost all color.

The Rosalia Pink Diamond. The irreplaceable heart of Charlotte’s “Decade’s Vow” collection. Priceless in both monetary value and symbolic importance.

A wave of pure dread crashed over Isabella. The room seemed to spin, her vision blurring under the weight of the disaster.

Finding a replacement now, especially from an international source, felt nearly impossible. Meeting the tight deadline would require a miracle.

Isabella squeezed her eyes shut for a brief second, forcing herself to stay calm. Panic was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

“What exactly happened? Explain it to me. Clearly,” she demanded, her voice trembling but firm. “When was it discovered missing? Who was the last person to handle it?”

Oliver, flustered and pale, scrambled to recall. “This morning. I went to the safe to retrieve it for the production team. The lock showed no signs of tampering, but when I opened it… it was empty. The diamond was just… gone. I checked the security footage, but the recordings from last night… they’ve been erased.”

Isabella’s breath caught. An icy chill swept through her body.

The surveillance footage was gone?

How was that even possible?

Her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging sharply into her palms.

Seeing Isabella’s ghostly pale face, Chloe moved closer and gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Isabella, don’t panic. We’ll find a solution. We’ll get the diamond back.”

Isabella managed a strained, thin smile. “Thank you, Chloe. I just need a moment to think. You should go back to your work now.”

With a final sympathetic nod, Chloe left the office, closing the door softly behind her.

Silence fell, heavy and thick, broken only by the sharp, rhythmic tap of Isabella’s fingers on the desk—a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her.

“Oliver, stay focused. What’s done is done. Freaking out won’t fix this.”

Despite the chaos swirling within her, her voice was steady and commanding. “Our top priority is damage control. Contact every international jeweler we know. We need a pink diamond of identical grade shipped to us immediately. Money is no object. Speed is everything.”

Oliver paused, then snapped to attention, nodding vigorously. “Yes, Miss Scott. I’m on it right away!”