Chapter 128
Chapter 128:
Glancing at Millie, Charles saw nothing but calm, and his anger grew heavy with worry.
Everyone was aware that while the auction might be private within these walls, the moment it ended, everything would become public knowledge. No reporter, and certainly not Vivian, would ever let such a story slip away. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ
As Brandon’s wife, Millie would be the talk of the town by then, ridiculed by all. Besides, people had no clue that Serena and Millie were the same person.
If the truth ever came out, it would only be more humiliating for Millie. Charles didn’t even want to imagine the fallout.
Millie simply stared at Brandon, her expression hidden behind the white mask, her feelings impossible to guess.
Seven years was all it took to turn Brandon into someone she barely recognized, able to shift all his former tenderness toward someone new. A memory flitted by—Brandon at that private auction seven years ago, his right hand held high as he placed a bid.
At last, Millie’s lips formed a faint, ironic smile, her eyes remaining cold and distant.
“Serena, do you want to keep bidding?” Charles asked, his voice tight with worry.
Only a calm smile answered him. Millie looked unbothered by the show of money and influence—her smile never faltered.
Colorful lights swirled as the auctioneer called out with energy, “The auction isn’t over yet! Please continue placing your bids.” But his attention never left the seat marked 823.
Everyone’s eyes followed, each person eager to see what choice the woman holding that number would make.
In the next moment, a hand reached out from the darkness, raising the paddle marked 823.
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A new bid followed immediately after.
The screen above the stage changed, displaying a new offer—five million dollars.
Stunned, the auctioneer stared at the number, then glanced up at the bidder on the second floor, double-checking just to be sure.
Finally, his voice rang out for all to hear. “Bidder number 823 is still in the game with a new bid of five million!”
The entire crowd erupted into chaos.
“She’s still bidding? What is she trying to prove?”
“Brandon has already said he’ll keep bidding no matter what, and yet she’s not backing down?”
“Does she honestly believe she can outbid Brandon?”
“The price has already soared to five million, but the tanzanite itself is only worth one million. If someone buys it now, they’re paying five times what it’s worth!”
“What’s really going on here?”
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