Chapter 3

Blaire entered the auction hall and walked toward her seat. Just as she was about to sit down, the chair behind her was suddenly pulled away.

She didn't react in time and fell to the ground with a thud. The sharp pain in her tailbone made her face turn pale.

When she was about to get up, a glass of red wine was poured over her head. Her meticulously prepared dress and makeup were ruined in an instant, and the once-quiet auction hall erupted in laughter.

She looked up and saw the three brothers of the Carter family standing condescendingly before her.

Anthony's gaze was intense as he slightly narrowed his eyes. "Didn't you say you'd never come to us again? Why are you here? Can't you hold back anymore?"

Brandon smirked. "I thought you were really going to give up, but we were immediately informed that our family will be holding a wedding in half a month. Who exactly among us did you choose?"

Cameron's expression darkened as he gritted his teeth and said, "No matter who you chose, I'm telling you that today is just a small warning. If you really marry any of us, your life after the wedding will be miserable—far worse than today."

Their words made everyone present sigh a lot.

"How miserable! The daughter of a prominent family is so embarrassing."

"After all these years, none of the three brothers of the Carter family have ever liked her. If it were me, I would have long stopped pursuing them."

"Exactly. She is already so miserable even before getting married. If she does get married, it's hard to imagine how much more challenging her future might be."

They commented gloatingly, but there was also a hint of sympathy mixed in.

Blaire took a deep breath and pulled out some wet wipes from her bag to clean the sticky red wine off her face and body. Then, she rose with the support of the chair and sat down.

"I'll say it one last time—I'm getting married in two weeks, but none of you are the groom."

Anthony asked with a frown, "Aren't you getting married to someone from the Carter family?"

"I am," Blaire replied calmly.

Brandon sneered. "You keep contradicting yourself. Aside from the three of us, who else in the Carter family could marry you? What kind of mind game are you playing now?"

Cameron added impatiently. "You don't really think this will make us change our minds, do you? We don't like you. We only like Tammy. No matter what tricks you're playing, you should give up now."

Just as Blaire was about to speak, the auction began. "The charity auction starts now, and I'll introduce the first item for bidding…"

Tammy quickly pulled the hands of the three brothers and gently advised. "Anthony, Brandon, Cameron, Ms. Presley has a marriage contract with the Carter family after all.

"She will rightfully become Mrs. Carter in the end, so please don't treat her this way."

"Tammy, you're the one we love. Even if we marry her, she'll just have the title. She can never compare to the special place you hold in our hearts."

The three brothers all expressed their loyalty in unison. They even competed to bid on several items she had her eye on.

Blaire ignored them and quietly waited for the final item to be brought out. Finally, the watch was presented.

After the auctioneer announced the starting bid, Blaire raised her paddle without hesitation. As she kept raising her paddle to increase the bid, the three brothers looked over.

Blaire had probably bid on the watch named "Eternal Love" for them. How laughable. They had made it clear that they didn't like her, yet she still tried hard to win their favor.

In the end, she successfully won the bid for the watch. While holding the sophisticated and exquisite watch, she couldn't help but imagine how it would look on Matthew.

The auction was nearing its end, and Blaire had already secured the item she wanted. Just as she was about to leave, she heard Tammy speak with a pale face.

"Anthony, Brandon, Cameron, my stomach suddenly hurts. It might be my period. Can you please help me buy… that?"

Hearing this, the three brothers looked solemn and tense. After a quick exchange of glances, they immediately assigned tasks to each other.

One went to get sanitary products, one headed to the nearest pharmacy, and another one called the private doctor.