Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Auction
Ignoring the commotion behind her, Charlotte Thompson stepped out of the airport in her high heels. Outside, a driver arranged by Henry Thompson was waiting for her.
She got in the car and adjusted her skirt.
Jack Bryant put her luggage in the trunk and then joined Liam Bryant in the car.
Closing the car door, they shut off the cold wind outside. The night had fallen, and the thick darkness crept in through the half-open car window.
There was honking in the distance, and at some point, rain began to fall sporadically outside the window.
Charlotte stretched out her hand, feeling the cool sensation of the raindrops hitting her palm.
The hatred that had been spreading wildly through her heart finally calmed down slightly.
She leaned back, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, feeling somewhat irritated.
Upon seeing Evelyn Curtis for the first time, even she, who prided herself on control, almost lost it.
Charlotte sighed and massaged her tired brow.
On the other side, Jack seemed to suddenly remember something. He turned to glance at the woman pretending to sleep, choosing his words carefully: "Miss, there’s an auction tonight..."
Before he could finish, Liam, in the passenger seat, interjected: "Miss, you don’t look well. Why don’t you skip tonight’s auction? I trust Jack can handle it all!"
Hearing this, Jack’s mouth twitched.
Goodness, what a good guy you are!
Charlotte lazily opened her eyes, smiled faintly, and said, "It’s okay, it’s just an auction. It won’t take too much time. Let’s head directly to the hotel banquet hall."
Upon hearing her say this, the two of them did not argue further.
...
The raindrops had turned into a drizzle. Charlotte took a black blazer from her luggage and put it on casually before entering the brightly lit auction house.
The red long dress paired with the black blazer perfectly matched her cold and noble aura.
Jack and Liam, their expressions slightly serious, followed behind her.
The auction was due to start in about ten minutes. With so many eyes on her, Charlotte put her sunglasses back on after she had settled down.
The black sunglasses half hid her face, revealing only her red lips, her nose, and her fair cheek.
The auctioneer took the stage as the doors to the banquet hall were suddenly pushed open.
A man, wrapped in the night, entered from outside. His messy hair was slightly wet, sticking rebelliously to his forehead.
His bodyguards were left outside. He strode into the hall, sitting down in the golden seat in the third row, just as the auction was about to start.
Charlotte was taken aback.
Justin Battleson?
On second thought, it wasn’t surprising to meet him here, a gathering place of the upper-class. But he was usually low-profile, so it was surprising that he would personally attend this kind of auction?
Before she had a chance to ponder more, the auction officially began.
The auctioneer began introducing the first item on stage, his voice echoed throughout the banquet hall. From time to time, sounds of bids rose.
Everything was well-ordered. Charlotte lazily hooked her finger, squinting her eyes.
Her purpose of being here was for a necklace.
Time unknowingly passed a few hours, and the last auction item was carefully brought to the table.
The auctioneer smiled mysteriously and said, "This is the finale of today’s auction. I wonder who will take it home."
He cleared his throat and said, "Starting price, ten million."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man, who had yet to say a word, casually raised his paddle and uttered.
"Twenty million."