LOGIN"Honey, do you think there's something we're not seeing? Why is Damian so desperate to win it?" Layla asked in a hushed tone.Moss threw her a frigid glance and sneered, "Tch. You've got youth, but not a brain to match. There's nothing extraordinary about this painting. Damian probably just likes hoarding art."As far as Moss was concerned, only fools would blow a fortune on a canvas unless they were die-hard art lovers. Those who overpaid for a painting were blithering idiots.Though Layla felt stung by his insult, she masked her discomfort behind a sweet, obedient smile. Once again, the thought slithered through her mind, if only Moss would drop dead already and let her inherit all his assets.As the bidding price climbed higher, only a handful remained in the game. Some had the means but chose to hold back for items they desired later. Others had already blown their budget earlier and couldn't keep going. Damian kept a cool expression, raising his bids steadily. But inside, he was a
“Sure, but I thought most of her money was either locked in investments or tied up in assets. Doesn't she have everything spread out?"The crowd murmured among themselves, some secretly ridiculing Damian for being publicly shamed by his ex-wife. And all of them were waiting, eager to see how the big shots upstairs would respond next.The crowd figured that since those two big shots upstairs seemed dead set on snagging the necklace, there was no way they'd back down without a fight. This was shaping up to be one hell of a showdown.Some folks even started placing under-the-table bets. A few gambled on whether Damian would drive the price up just to beat his ex-wife.Others wagered on who'd walk away with the prize, one of the big shots upstairs or Amelia.Inside his private room, Lucas sat with a stony face, a faint crease forming between his brows. If the person in another private room was hell-bent on getting the necklace, he was ready to meet them head-on. As long as Amelia wanted it
"I once thought the Wright Group would thrive under Damian’s leadership, but now it seems not much different. If he keeps acting recklessly like this, the Wright family's not going to last."Many of the guests had lived through the Wright family's prime. They still admired Claire and Howard’s strength and leadership, lamenting the lack of promising heirs. After Claire’s death, the Wright Group relied heavily on Howard’s efforts to maintain its current state. If Howard passed away, the Wright Group would collapse in no time. And as for returning to its former glory? Or going beyond it? Not unless a miracle prodigy came out of nowhere.Jessica caught wind of all the murmurs and smirked to herself. The Wright family had no one to blame but themselves. They failed to see Amelia’s worth, worse, they mistreated her. Thank God Amelia hadn't elevated the Wright Group too high. If she hadn’t, Damian and his family would've been even more insufferable, with Damian likely taking the credit for Am
Damian’s cocky grin dissolved, replaced by a brooding scowl as his fists clenched in silent rage. He didn't see anything particularly remarkable about the necklace, so why the sudden bidding war from the big leagues? If they had stayed out of it, he could've bagged it for under a hundred million.He shot a sullen glare in Amelia direction, just in time to catch her and Jessica laughing together. For some reason, he convinced himself they were laughing at him. His temper flared, clouding whatever reason he had left.“One hundred and forty million!" he growled through gritted teeth, his hand jerking the paddle upward. His jaw was tight, and his entire body was tense with stubborn resolve.He had made a big, bold promise to Sophia, that he'd win her that emerald necklace. More than anything, he wanted to see the look on Amelia’s face when he handed it over to Sophia. There was no way he was going to back down now. Whatever it took, he had to make a move. Maybe if he pushed just a little h
Amelia said nothing more. She simply patted Jessica’s hand quietly, offering comfort through silence.Layla’s eyes lit up when she saw the necklace. "Honey, this necklace is stunning. Could you buy it for me?" she said sweetly, swaying Moss's arm. If it weren't for the babies blossoming inside her womb, Moss wouldn't have spent a single cent on her.“Of course. I'll win it for you," he replied. The main part of his agreement stemmed from his desire to show off his wealth in front of Amelia. He wanted her to realize that she had been blind to let him go and to regret it bitterly.“Thanks, sweetheart," Layla said, leaning against his chest with a fake smile.But her eyes betrayed her true feelings, disgust. Once Moss perished, all of the Glyn family's fortune would be hers. If not for that, she wouldn't have endured him for a single day.“Wow! This emerald necklace is absolutely breathtaking," Eve breathed, her eyes shimmering with longing. She couldn't help but imagine how splendid it w
The crack of the gavel against the desk felt like it had slammed straight into Eve’s chest. She couldn't breathe. Her face drained of color, and for a moment, she teetered on the brink of fainting from sheer fury.She had just flushed a fortune down the drain for a statue she didn't even care about. She had walked in, all puffed up and determined to trick Amelia. And now, her plan had backfired, and she was the one forced to pay a hefty sum.Seething, Eve shot Amelia a glare so sharp that it could cut steel. But what she saw only made her blood boil. The sour expression that had been on Amelia’s face just moments ago had vanished, replaced by a slow, mocking smile that dripped with provocation.In that instant, everything clicked for Eve. Amelia had never truly wanted the statue. She had put on a show, pretending to be anxious that someone else might snatch it up, just to bait her. How maddening.The realization that she'd been toyed with, manipulated so smoothly, made Eve’s temples th
"Is there a 24-hour store nearby? Wait inside, it's not safe walking alone at night," he said. He could tell she'd had more than a few sips, and the idea of her walking alone unsettled him.“I'm still inside the neighborhood. It's a wealthy area, should be safe," she answered lightly.“Then wait at
Desmond hesitated, a strange feeling nagging at him. Something about this challenger's poise stirred a faint memory.Before he could fully grasp it, the image of Amelia flashed in his mind. Heat rose to his face. The memory of losing to a woman in a fight was humiliating.Composing himself, Desmond
"Yeah! An old man like him…how long do you think it took him to save up that kind of money, huh? You've already fleeced his pocket, and now you're trying to dig into his life savings?"“You're a real piece of trash, you know that? Seriously, have some conscience for once."The lean man jumped up as
Desmond couldn't stand how his grandfather kept dragging unfamiliar young women into his life. Most of the time, it meant another failed attempt at matchmaking. None of them ever showed real interest in him.They were always eyeing the Miller family fortune, trying to secure a future as his wife. Us







