Chapter 838:
Both Moss and the Dawsons had started out feeling confident about securing the necklace, but Christina’s overwhelming bid left them red-faced in front of everyone.
Right now, Moss joined the bidding for Feathers of the Divine because of its investment potential. But the moment it crossed two hundred million, he pulled out without a second thought. For him, no matter the artistic merit, the painting wasn’t as significant as what he truly had his eyes on. Dropping that much cash on it wouldn’t bring a solid return—it was a foolish move in his eyes.
Watching others eagerly driving the price up, Moss muttered with a frown, “What’s so special about this painting? Why the hell are they still bidding at this price?”
“Honey, do you think there’s something we’re not seeing? Why is Brendon so desperate to win it?” Yvonne 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. Brendon 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 Yvonne 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 budgets earlier and couldn’t keep going. Brendon kept a cool expression, raising his bids steadily. But inside, he was a wreck—his palms damp with sweat. He was terrified that someone else knew about Margot’s true tastes and would challenge him head-on, igniting a fierce bidding war. Worse still, he was dangerously close to hitting his financial ceiling.
𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊𝓼𝓉 с𝗁αρ𝗍𝓮𝗋𝓈 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝖔ⲃ𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Yolanda and Katie sat stiffly beside him, barely daring to breathe. Clutching their hands tightly, they whispered their wishes for Brendon to win the painting.
“Six hundred million!” Brendon called out, his voice calm on the surface, though inside, panic gripped him. He had nothing left to offer if someone topped that. If a single bid came in over his, he’d have no choice but to back down. The venue fell into an eerie hush—no one could fathom why he’d shell out so much for one painting.
“Six hundred million, going once.”
“Six hundred million, going twice.”
Just when Brendon began to believe he had it in the bag, something utterly unexpected happened.
“Six hundred and ten million.” Christina’s voice drifted through the air—smooth, unhurried, and honeyed, like a melody spun from silk and stardust.
Everyone was stunned speechless, jaws practically grazing the floor. This woman was really something! She’d already splurged an insane amount earlier, and now she was casually tossing in another massive bid. She had ten billion—or more—just lying around to play with!
Brendon whipped his head toward Christina, his insides churning in chaos. The moment his eyes landed on her serene smile, something inside him cracked. How could she pull something like this? He’d been so close—so close—to securing that painting. And just like that, she swooped in and blew it all to pieces. Was she doing this just to mess with him?
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