Chapter 837:
Brendon caught the direction of her gaze and clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. Was she planning to cozy up to one of those heavyweights now? Ha! She was delusional. She had clearly provoked those two major players.
“Damn it! How the hell did Christina win? Aren’t the people in those private rooms supposed to be filthy rich? That’s all they’ve got? They bailed before it even hit four hundred million? What a freaking joke!” Katie fumed under her breath.
Brendon’s face turned ghostly pale. He lurched forward and slapped his hand over Katie’s mouth before she could say anything worse. “Shut up!” he hissed, shooting her a furious glare. “If you don’t care about your own life, fine—but don’t drag the entire Dawson family down with you!”
Brendon was livid. Katie had always had a reckless tongue. It was one thing to grumble in private, but mouthing off in a room like this? If the wrong person overheard and tattled to the big shots, they’d be finished. He had already taken a massive risk going up against the two heavyweights in the bidding war. If Katie’s nonsense reached their ears, the Dawson family would be done for.
“Brendon, don’t be angry. Katie must’ve just been too riled up to think straight. She’s still young. Don’t be too hard on her,” Yolanda chimed in, trying to ease the tension half-heartedly.
“We’ve spoiled her far too much. That’s why she’s like this,” Brendon muttered, letting out a weary sigh.
Just then, the auctioneer announced, “The next item up for auction is a painting…”
The auctioneer stood at the podium, enthusiastically introducing Feathers of the Divine.
Yolanda subtly tugged at Brendon’s arm and turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
They shared a look, their thrill barely concealed beneath their composed expressions. If they managed to secure the painting, the Dawson family would soon rise to prominence.
Ⱡ𝖆𝓉𝓮𝓼𝓉 ςһ𝓪ρ𝑡𝑒𝗋𝓈 ⳑ𝖆𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Katie mirrored their enthusiasm, though she struggled to contain her overflowing joy. She silently wished for a smooth win, hoping no one else would step in, especially not the two influential figures seated in the private rooms. If those two joined the bidding war, her brother’s chances would plummet.
This painting was meant to be a present for Margot’s birthday. If the gift earned Margot’s approval, the Dawson Group’s business could flourish under her patronage.
Katie began to lose herself in fantasies. If Margot was pleased with the painting, maybe she would even help her marry into a wealthy family. The mere thought of that dazzling future brought a rosy flush to her cheeks.
Yvonne showed no interest in the painting. She was still seething from Christina securing the necklace. She loathed Christina with a ferocity that burned, never stopping to consider that even without Christina, Moss wouldn’t have been able to win the necklace anyway.
Earlier, by the time the bidding price crossed ninety million, Moss had already dropped out of the game. To him, another collectible held more appeal. He refused to splurge recklessly on a necklace just for Yvonne’s sake.
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