A deep, magnetic voice came from behind. "Indeed, there is only one real diamond in the world."
"It was specifically designed for Gloria."
Everyone turned to look.
When they recognized the newcomer, they gasped.
Wasn't this Herman Jones, often featured in global financial magazines?
[OMG, OMG. It's Boss Herman!]
[Watching a variety show and I see the business mogul Herman, OMG.]
[I must say, Mr. Jones' looks are seriously top-tier, like the ceiling of the entertainment industry.]
[I knew that ring looked familiar. It's the masterpiece that Herman crafted when he was 18! Naturally, it's one-of-a-kind, and I remember it being auctioned for over a hundred million as soon as it was released.]
[What's the story with this woman that Herman would design a diamond ring for her?]
[It's just a variety show script, just watch it and that's enough.]
[How does Gloria know Herman?! Haha, there must be some inside story!]
[People like Gloria don't deserve to know someone like him. She must be a kept woman!]
The man, dressed in a suit, walked towards us with a dignified and reserved air.
He approached without looking anywhere else.
Finally he stopped beside me.
His indifferent gaze swept across the necklace on my chest.
I glanced at him and sneered, "Is your company going bankrupt? Why else would you come on a variety show to make ends meet?"
Herman's gaze settled on my face, and he spoke slowly, "I came to see how you are being bullied."
Meanwhile, Judy angrily removed her ring and threw it at Alan.
The man quickly moved to comfort her.
It wasn't long before they reconciled as if nothing had happened.
Watching this scene, I felt like applauding.
They must be locked up to prevent them from harming others.
As a special guest, Herman paired with me.
The female guests upon hearing this looked at me with a mix of resentment and frustration.
Judy turned her eyes slightly, her voice soft and smiling, "It was all a misunderstanding earlier. I hope Mr. Jones won't mind."
The man didn't look her in the eyes as he spoke indifferently, "You should be saying that to Gloria."
The woman's face changed, and then she tossed her hair, thinking she was radiating charm and brilliance, "Remember, Mr. Jones, you helped me at the last banquet, didn't you?"
Herman finally granted her a glance. Just a look, then he withdrew his gaze and his tone became even more indifferent, "I don't remember. I don't recognize you."