Chapter 132
Chapter 132:
“She’s doing this on purpose—she’s just driving up the price! There’s no way this is fair!” someone screamed from somewhere in the crowd.
For a split second, the entire room went quiet before bursting into noise once more.
People glanced around, searching for the speaker, but the person was already long gone.
A few people chimed in, supporting that thought. “Honestly, Brandon has already promised to outbid anyone for the tanzanite, but she keeps pushing the price higher. Maybe she’s just trying to make Brandon pay an extra fortune for that gem.”
The majority, however, seemed to treat it all like a show and didn’t care what her reasons might be.
“Brandon isn’t clueless. Since he made that promise about the tanzanite, you’d think he saw this coming.”
Another person added, “Yeah, Brandon chose to go down this road. He’s not the type to be scared off by someone else trying to outbid him. On top of that, this sum barely means anything to him.”
With the noise rising, the auctioneer stepped in, hoping to keep things under control. “Distinguished guests, please keep your composure. At Evans Group Auction House, we do not permit any form of malicious bidding.”
People simply ignored him, since everyone at this charity auction belonged to a world where normal rules did not always apply.
As the conversation heated up and some guests began pulling out their phones, clearly aiming to share what was happening, a sudden flurry of sharp, quick knocks captured the entire room’s attention.
Immediately, every light focused on the high platform above the second floor. A wheelchair slowly came into view. There sat Napier Evans, unmistakably present in his wheelchair. He picked up the microphone. “Good evening, everyone.” Napier’s words, though carried by an aged voice, rang out with steady authority.
For a moment, all conversation came to a halt.
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“Bidder number 888,” Napier announced.
Brandon lifted his gaze to the platform, giving Napier a respectful nod.
“Bidder number 823,” Napier called out again.
In response, Millie rose slowly from her seat, drawing every eye in the room. Under the curious eyes of everyone present, she moved out from the shadows and took her place by the second-floor railing, just as Brandon had done. With the spotlight shining directly on her, the silver satin gown she wore seemed to make her even more striking.
Turning her gaze toward Napier, she offered a polite nod to show her respect. Napier addressed the room, saying, “Is there anyone else who wishes to bid on this tanzanite?”
Silence followed. Nobody answered, and not a single person made a move.
After allowing about half a minute to pass, Napier gave a nod and continued, “Very well. I want to ask both of you directly, are you participating in this bidding of your own free will?”
Both participants signaled their agreement by raising their hands. Chapters first released on
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