“Right away, Mr. Grant.” His assistant gave a quick nod and turned to leave.

“Wait!” Lucas’s sharp command stopped him just as his fingers brushed the door handle. “Contact our business associates. See if anyone can locate another Rosalia Pink Diamond.”

The assistant froze, his expression shifting to disbelief. “Mr. Grant, are you suggesting we—”

“Just do it,” Lucas cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The man hesitated, uncertainty clear in his eyes. “Sir, if I recall correctly, your mother owns a necklace featuring a Rosalia Pink Diamond. It was last year’s birthday gift from you.”

Lucas’s head snapped up. How had he forgotten that?

Time was critical. His decision was made.

He stood abruptly, resolve hardening his features.

“Get the car ready. We’re leaving for Grant Manor now.” The assistant didn’t delay, rushing out to make arrangements.

Beneath a star-filled sky, a sleek black Lincoln glided to a halt before the imposing Grant Manor.

“Lucas, you’re home!”

His mother’s delighted voice greeted him as he entered the living room.

Eleanor Grant sat gracefully on an antique mahogany sofa, her fingers lightly tracing a bracelet. Her face radiated warmth and kindness, softened by a gentle smile.

She wore an elegant deep purple silk dress that highlighted her timeless grace. Her hair was styled in a perfect bun, emphasizing her refined posture.

Lucas quickly moved to her side, leaning down slightly. “Mom, why are you still awake?” he asked, concern evident.

“I heard you were coming and had to see you myself. You never take proper care of yourself. How many times have I told you to settle down with a nice girl? But you never listen.”

Eleanor’s playful scolding held deep affection.

Her tone turned motherly. “Have you eaten? Should I ask the kitchen to prepare something for you?”

Lucas offered a faint smile and shook his head. “No, thank you, Mom. Actually, I need to discuss something with you.”

Eleanor noticed the tension in his demeanor. “What is it? Is everything alright?”

He paused, gathering his thoughts. “Mom, do you still have the Rosalia Pink Diamond necklace I gave you for your birthday?”

Her eyebrows rose in mild surprise before she nodded. “Of course I do. Why do you ask?”

“A friend is in serious trouble and desperately needs a Rosalia Pink Diamond…” Lucas began, searching for the right words.

Eleanor interrupted him swiftly.

She watched him with a perceptive gaze, a knowing smile touching her lips. “A friend, you say? Would this friend happen to be a young woman?”