Chapter 836:
“She is Tiana, the internationally acclaimed piano prodigy. It’s not that shocking that she can afford it.”
“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 Brendon for being publicly shamed by his ex-wife. And all of them were waiting—eager to see how the heavyweights upstairs would respond next.
The crowd figured that since those two heavyweights 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 Brendon would drive the price up just to beat his ex-wife. Others wagered on who’d walk away with the prize—one of the heavyweights upstairs or Christina.
Inside his private room, Dylan 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 Christina wanted it, he’d stop at nothing to make sure it was hers. He wasn’t about to back off—not even an inch—no matter who was in that room. He had to make sure she won this necklace.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent private room, Terrence lounged back on the leather sofa, cool and composed, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “Since Christina’s so set on having that necklace, I’ll step aside,” he muttered to himself.
The crowd waited with bated breath, expecting the heavyweights upstairs to up the bid, but they stayed quiet.
“Three hundred and ninety million, going once.”
“Three hundred and ninety million, going twice.”
“Sold!”
𝓵𝖆𝓉𝓔𝓢𝓣 ςհ𝓪ρ𝓽𝖊𝗋𝓈 𝗀𝖺Ⱡn𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈․ⅽ𝗼𝗺
And just like that, with a final bang of the gavel, it was over—and the result left everyone stunned. In the end, Christina won the emerald necklace.
Those who had bet against Christina lost out. They were left scratching their heads, unable to figure out why the heavyweights suddenly pulled out. Anyone in those exclusive rooms surely had the money, so why fold just after bidding three hundred million? Could it be that they were eyeing something even more valuable coming up and decided to hold onto their cash?
“Why didn’t the people in those private rooms keep bidding? They could definitely afford it…”
“There must be better stuff coming later. And Brendon’s ex-wife? She’s toast. No way she didn’t tick off those two big shots.”
“Women go crazy for jewelry. Maybe those big names were planning to get it for their wives. But she unexpectedly placed her bid and secured it. She’s definitely going to pay for that. Who knows, she might vanish without a trace by tomorrow.”
Whispers rippled through the crowd, thick with suspicion and unease. Many were convinced Christina had angered the heavyweights and might be in danger.
Christina, surprised by the outcome, glanced toward the private rooms upstairs, a thoughtful crease forming on her brow. Why hadn’t they kept going? She had braced herself to battle it out to the bitter end.
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