The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride
"Twelve million to Ms. Sterling! Ms. Frost, do you wish to counter?"
Zara slowly set her paddle down on the white tablecloth. She looked directly at Chloe, a slow, wicked, terrifyingly serene smile spreading across her red lips.
"No," Zara said clearly, her voice carrying through the silent room. "I think twelve million is a perfectly absurd price to pay for a piece of cloudy, D-grade quartz.
Congratulations, Chloe. You just bought the most overpriced paperweight in the city. I hope Ethan’s credit card has a high limit."