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Chapter 19: Bid

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TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW

The sharp thwack of the gavel echoed across the grand ballroom, silencing the murmurs of anticipation. The sound rippled through the room, commanding attention as the emcee's voice boomed from the stage.

"Sold for five million dollars to the Vasquez family at Table Eleven!" he announced, his polished tone laced with a hint of theatrical charm.

The spotlight shifted to the Vasquez table, where an elegant woman with an air of quiet dominance raised her glass in acknowledgment. Her dark red lips curved into a smug smile that only enhanced the diamond's allure—the cerulean gem now hers to flaunt.

"Five million for a rock," Eli murmured beside me, leaning in so his words wouldn't carry. "Think it's shiny enough to make her husband look at her twice?"

I smirked, swirling the champagne in my glass. "Doubt it. But it'll make her the queen of the yacht club for the next decade."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "And what about you? Are di
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