Chapter 914
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With a mock expression of disdain, Denis waved toward the bodyguards. “Get her out of here. We’re not putting on a sideshow. People came here to bid, not to watch this.”
Isabella, barely conscious, couldn’t protest. The bodyguards dragged her away.
Denis turned back to Judy. “Darling, why are you here? I had something special planned for you, but now that you’re here, the surprise is ruined.”
He pulled Judy into his arms and then wiped the chair Isabella had used over and over before letting her sit.
Brenna exchanged a glance with Thiago. His raised brow said it all—he was just as baffled by Denis’ taste in women as she was.
Judy, beaming like a schoolgirl, clung to Denis and squealed, “You were really going to surprise me? This gift is too much; it’s making me shy!”
The two whispered affectionately, with Denis showering Judy with kisses as if no one else existed. Brenna shifted uncomfortably; their intimacy was too much for her to witness. Her eyes scanned the room. The auction hall, built to accommodate around two hundred guests, was nearly full, with only a few seats remaining unclaimed.
Wanting to keep her distance from Denis and Judy, Brenna spotted four vacant seats near the back. She and Thiago quietly made their way over and sat down.
Once seated, Brenna felt a lot better.
“You still have the mood to sit here bidding on land?” A woman in a mask and oversized sunglasses suddenly spoke to Brenna, her voice full of mockery. “If I were you, I’d be running off to see what Ethan’s up to.”
The voice sounded familiar, but Brenna couldn’t quite place it. Whoever the woman was, she clearly knew a lot about her situation. It had to be someone she knew, and the hostility in her words made it clear she wasn’t an ally.
Brenna eyed the fully veiled woman. “Hiding under all that? What’s the matter, too ashamed to show your face?”
Thiago glanced over with a furrowed brow, his expression showing his anger.
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Tina, furious that Brenna didn’t recognize her, yanked off her sunglasses and pulled down her mask. “Seriously, Brenna? You can’t even recognize me?”
Brenna looked at her with a cold, poised glance. “Ah, it’s you. I was wondering who would hide their face like that. Are you too ashamed to show your face in public?”
Her words not only upset Tina but also angered the two men sitting next to her. They shot Brenna sharp, furious looks, and if it weren’t for the crowd around them, they might have already attacked her. They were Tina’s father and brother.
“You’re the one who should be ashamed!” Tina shrieked, her voice rising as she locked eyes with Brenna. Then, with a glint of vindictive satisfaction, she raised her voice for everyone to hear. “I heard Mr. Mitchell’s first love, Gracie, is back in the country. He picked her up late at night, took her drinking, and then brought her to his home. Brenna, Mr. Mitchell will break up with you soon.”
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