What Girlfriend?

“Five hundred thousand dollars,” a voice ranged in the loud auction room as the owner of the voice raised his small board and smiled. It was a middle-aged man.

“Eight hundred dollars,” another negotiated.

“One million.”

“One point two million.”

“Two million,” that was from Izabelle. She sat amongst the crowd of wealthy men and women fighting for the so-called valuable that the auctioneer was auctioning. He had said that it was a golden bracelet once owned by the great queen of England with such value that would attract anyone to buy it.

The hall was filled with men and women hoping to get the valuable item in their able hands and show the world that they have it. They were also here to compete with their enemies to get the queen’s Elizabeth golden bracelet.

Sitting also in the hall was Jasmine. Her eyes widened when she heard Izabelle’s voice ring in the crowd to get the golden bracelet and she clench her fist. Her aim here wasn't to buy the bracelet before. She was only here to m