Chapter 137

Chapter 137:
“Go get everyone else! As soon as this ends, we’ll block every door and get the full story!”
“Absolutely!”
“Hurry and call everyone! The more people we have, the better!”
Reporters and paparazzi gathered outside, dialing their contacts, summoning more people and vehicles, determined not to miss a single detail. The energy inside the mansion was even wilder.
“I can’t believe I witnessed that! This is the kind of story I’ll tell my family forever!”
“I feel the same! My heart’s still racing. Whoever bidder 823 is, she has nerves of steel—even I have to admit I respect her.” The rightful source is
“Mr. Watson put on quite a show too, outbidding everyone and taking home the prize. Those two were perfectly matched!”
“Honestly, I have to hand it to bidder 823. She stood her ground even without any advantage, outmaneuvered Brandon’s strategies, and knew exactly when to bow out. That’s inspiring!”
“Who could have imagined it? I thought it would be a routine auction for a plain tanzanite worth maybe a million, but it turned into something unforgettable! And Mr. Evans ran the show!”
The auction himself—this was one for the history books!” Amid all the applause and lively chatter, Vivian’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Brandon, you really did all this for me…” A sheen of tears brightened her gaze.
“Thank you, Brandon. I could die happy now.”
Waves of emotion crashed over Vivian as she spoke. For her sake, he had put on a dazzling show, pushing the price over twenty-five times higher than it began. When the charity event ended, she knew she would be the talk of the city’s social scene.
Millie’s place in Brandon’s life no longer seemed important. It made no difference that Millie had once been his wife or that she had spent seven years by his side, even carrying his child. Nothing about Millie could compare to Vivian at this point. She was convinced that the title of Mrs. Watson would soon belong to her.
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While Vivian expressed her gratitude, Brandon only spared her a glance and remained silent. Earlier, he had asked Vivian if she liked the tanzanite, but after the break and his conversation with Serena, he realized that his bidding had nothing to do with Vivian.
His attention shifted to the woman who had quietly slipped back into the shadows, his eyes darkening with suspicion. This woman had an uncanny way of unsettling his thoughts and shaking his resolve.
A simple conversation on the terrace had made him realize the stone was never about Vivian. Every move at the auction—from the sudden bids to the silent challenges—she always seemed to have a plan, while he felt exposed whenever she was near.
A sharp glint crossed Brandon’s eyes. He had told her to stop bidding on the terrace, but maybe she had predicted every step from the beginning. Right after he made his statement, she responded with perfectly timed bids of five and ten million, each jump calculated.
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