Chapter 820:
Brendon recoiled slightly, caught off guard by the sheer chill in her stare, and let go without thinking. Something told him that if he didn’t, her fist might’ve met his face.
Christina gave a cold snort and walked off with Davina by her side.
Brendon stood frozen, watching them disappear. By the time he came to his senses, it was too late to stop her again. The humiliation hit him like a slap—he’d backed down in front of everyone, scared off by a woman’s intense stare. He hastily glanced around and felt the weight of every stare, the silent snickers behind polite smiles. It was as if the whole room was laughing at how easily he’d folded. Fury gnawed at his gut, and he clenched his teeth, trying to hold it back.
He cursed Christina inwardly. She always treated him like he was invisible, thinking that playing hard to get would somehow draw him in. She could keep dreaming. The more she pulled stunts like this, the more she disgusted him.
“Brendon, I’m sorry. It’s my fault you got embarrassed in front of everyone,” Yolanda murmured, gently clutching his hand, though she didn’t mean her words.
“This isn’t on you. Don’t beat yourself up over it. Don’t carry the weight of her mistakes,” Brendon said softly, the tension on his face easing.
“I’m sorry,” Yolanda whispered, reinforcing her gentle and understanding image in his heart.
“Enough. Let’s head inside,” Finnegan cut in, trying to shift the mood.
“Yeah, let’s go get the auction over with,” Sheila chimed in right behind him.
Finnegan and Sheila weren’t about to waste another second on Brendon’s foul mood. If they missed the painting they’d come for, it would be a great loss. They were all betting on that painting to get in Margot’s good graces, hoping it would help them claw their way out of their current miserable status. If the Scott family threw the Mitchells a bone, they could leapfrog past the Dawsons in no time.
Word was that Dylan had nothing but respect for Margot. Finnegan and Sheila calculated that if they managed to secure Margot’s approval, there might be a chance for their daughter to marry Dylan and become the lady of the Scott family.
𝕃𝖆𝙩𝓮𝑠𝖙 с𝗁𝓪𝗉𝓉𝗲𝗋𝗌 g𝙖𝗅𝖓𝗈𝑣𝓮𝖑𝘀․ⅽ𝓸𝙢
“Brendon, Yolanda, let’s go. Don’t waste your breath on that rude woman,” Katie huffed, glaring daggers at Christina’s back.
Katie hatched a plan in the blink of an eye. If Christina ever had her eyes on a bid, she’d bid just to drive the price through the roof. She doubted Christina had the funds to keep up.
And even if Christina did, Katie would be more than satisfied knowing she’d made Christina burn through her money, walking away with a stinging loss.
After Christina and Davina stepped into the venue and were just about to settle into their seats, they caught sight of Yvonne and Moss already there.
“What a small world. All the riffraff crawled in,” Davina sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Yvonne had been ready to offer a polite greeting, but her smile froze on her lips the moment Davina’s words hit her ears. Typical. Christina’s best friend was just as unbearable.
Yvonne’s jaw clenched tight, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. She would sabotage their bidding and make sure they coughed up a handsome amount of money above the worth of their desired items.
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