“Contact every local jeweler too. Ask if they’ve seen anything resembling it. It might be a stretch, but we need to leave no stone unturned.”

Oliver nodded quickly before rushing out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Silence barely settled before the door flew open again. Victoria Lee from PR hurried inside, her face ashen, expression strained.

“Miss Scott, I bring unfortunate news! It’s everywhere online! The press got a leak. Now the entire internet is discussing the missing Rosalia Pink Diamond. People are placing bets on whether we’ll meet the deadline. The majority doubt we will.”

Isabella’s expression darkened further.

Finding the leak’s source would have to wait. Controlling the narrative and reassuring stakeholders was urgent.

“Call every major media outlet. Release an official statement. Say we are actively resolving the situation and will deliver on schedule. Monitor all online forums closely. Prepare a full crisis management response as this develops.”

Victoria gave a swift nod and hurried out.

Isabella leaned back, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath, savoring the momentary quiet.

It didn’t last. Her phone rang sharply, shattering the calm. She opened her eyes, glanced at the screen, and her stomach dropped. William Sterling.

She drew another steadying breath before answering. “Mr. Sterling,” she said, her tone measured.

“Miss Scott,” William’s voice was low, commanding. “I’ve seen the news circulating online. I expect a full and reasonable explanation.”

Isabella forced calm into her voice. “Mr. Sterling, please be assured. Our contingency plan is already in motion. I give you my personal guarantee we will deliver on time.”

He cut her off. “Miss Scott! My wife has anticipated this party for months. It’s our tenth anniversary. You have two days. If anything jeopardizes this collaboration, I will be unable to assist you further.”

“As I said, Mr. Sterling, I guarantee your wife will wear the ‘Decade’s Vow’ in two days.”

He hung up without another word.

Isabella’s hand shook slightly as she set the phone down. She leaned back again, massaging her temples, exhaustion washing over her.

This was more than a missing diamond. Someone was orchestrating this sabotage.

The diamond hadn’t even been gone a full day, yet the news was already widespread.

Her greatest fear solidified—a mole within her studio.

These grim thoughts swirled when Oliver rushed back in, his face completely pale.