Chapter 127
Chapter 127:
“What’s all this? Did something happen?” someone asked.
“No clue. What’s going on inside?” another responded. This text is hosted at.net
“Somebody go check! Whatever it is, it must be big!” came the call from the crowd.
Back in the mansion, screens projected a live feed of the scene outside. Inside and out, everything was a whirlwind of activity.
A question suddenly rose above the noise. “Has Brandon ever gone this far at an auction before?”
Someone answered, “He actually did, once.”
“Really? How come I never heard about it? What was he bidding for?”
A thoughtful look crossed the person’s face before they replied, “It happened seven years ago, if I remember right.”
“Seven years ago?” the listener asked, surprised. “He would have been so young.”
A quick nod confirmed it. “That’s right. He was just a teenager, and the thing he wanted was pretty unusual.”
Interest only deepened. “What was it?”
A moment’s hesitation, and then the answer came. “It was a document.”
“People auction off documents?”
“Yeah, apparently. The details are fuzzy, since the auction was private. Only a few people even know it happened. I stumbled on the story by chance, but I never heard the full tale.”
Not far away on the second floor, Vivian stared at Brandon, her heart racing. Once she realized what Brandon was doing, Vivian found it almost impossible to stay seated. The rush of excitement faded into a deep satisfaction, giving her the feeling that everything was falling into place just as she wanted.
Among all the men in Crobert, Brandon held power and status above anyone else—he was the type of man women would do anything to win over. Yet here he was, making such a bold move just for her. Victory felt close enough for Vivian to taste.
With barely any effort, she managed to get Brandon to prove his love for her in front of everyone. All at once, it became clear—his feelings for her ran far deeper than anything he had ever felt for Millie.
Watching Brandon, Vivian noticed his calm face as he stared straight at Serena, waiting to see her reaction. A sly smile tugged at Vivian’s lips, eager for the moment when Serena would have no choice but to accept defeat.
Meanwhile, Charles sat beside Millie, his anger simmering to the point of eruption.
“Just what is Brandon thinking?” Charles blurted out, leaping to his feet. If Millie hadn’t grabbed his arm, he might have stormed over to confront Brandon.
“Allowing Vivian to use his paddle was already bad enough. Even if he let her bid against you for the tanzanite, I could try to excuse it by saying he didn’t know what the stone really meant. But this?” Charles’s frustration left him breathless. “Right here, going this far for his lover at a public auction packed with reporters, where the whole world will hear about it—what kind of position does this leave you, still legally married to him?”
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