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“<b>Yes</b><b>…</b>” Sam watched the auction intently, following along as instructed.
Still, he wondered internally. Was it Isabelle who had tipped him off, or was it Dnt No matter who <i>it </i>was, Uncle George hade for Isabelle.
George <b>slipped </b>in through the back entrance, ensuring he remained unnoticed.
When someone ahead spotted George <b>and </b>attempted to greet him, he gestured with his hand to signal
them not to.
George shifted in his <b>seat</b>, leaning closer to Isabelle and quietly asking, “How did you get the invitation?”
Wanting to keep the exchange private, Isabelle also leaned in and replied softly, “I made it myself, added my name to their digital list, <b>and </b>walked in.”
“I <b>assumed </b><b>you </b><b>had </b>stolen it,” Georgemented.
Isabelle responded, “I have a mind of my own. Why would I need to resort to that?”
George chuckled quietly. “Why didn’t you ask me for an invitation beforehand?”
With their heads so close together, a few of Isabelle’s short, fluffy hairs brushed against his cheek.
It tickled him slightly.
George caught a faint whiff of her shampoo’s pleasant scent.
It was refreshing and <b>somewhat </b><b>minty</b>, but not exactly.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
Isabelle replied, “Weren’t <b>you </b>nning to skip the event?”
George said, “At first, there really was no reason for me to be here.”
His words <b>conveyed </b>his intentions clearly.
Isabelle raised her face to look at him.
Their eyes locked, and at such close range, they could feel each other’s breaths. George’s mouth tightened slightly.
As he studied her fair, delicate face, his eyes darkened a shade.
Before he could think any further, Isabelle nced at him, her expression unchanged, and turned her attention back to the stage without a word.
She showed no reaction whatsoever.
George, whose heart had just sped up, remained quiet
Collecting himself, he asked, “What is your interest?”
Isabelle responded, “I’m just here for the fun.”
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George doubted her, and even Dn wouldn’t believe it.
Isabelle then asked, <b>“</b>Are you afraid I’ll cause a scene?”
George didn’t answer with words, but his eyes revealed his thoughts.
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her. But this was a charity auction. Was she really there to show
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for the people attending. Perhaps the organisers?
Isabelle pressed on. “So, are you here to monitor me or lend a hand?”
George replied, “Definitely lend a hand.”
Isabelle teased. “But what if I opt for chaos? Will you still be there to aid?”
George quipped. “If you ignite the spark, I have a lighter handy.”
Isabelle nced at him and smiled.
How could I possibly stir up trouble? Especially with all the VIPs in the crowd being innocent, and in such arge venue, how could I harm the third–in<b>–</bmand of Dark Shadow–Heart K?
Sam’s attention remained on the stage, but he also monitored the conversation nearby. He observed Isabelle and George whispering to each other, standing intimately as if they were alone, discussing who knows what-
He had never witnessed his uncle behaving <b>so </b>casually before.
The auction kicked off with a beautiful antique vase. Bidding started at 530 thousand dors. Eventually, it found its new owner in ady who was willing to shell out a staggering 1.5 million dors.
Next in line was a pair of exquisite antique calligraphy and <b>painting </b>pieces.
“900 thousand,”
<b>“</b>975 thousand.”
As the bids continued to climb, Isabelle listened attentively, unable to suppress a smile at the idea of all <b>this </b>money going to charity via Heart K.
Her attention shifted to the front, where Jasiel sat with his back turned to her.
Charity? Heart K?
The connection between the <b>two </b>of them was rather ridiculous.
The auction progressed with a sense of monotony.
“Up next, the sixth item for auction tonight was a Desert Fox brooch from Cartier, harking back to 1940.
“The starting bid <b>is </b>set at 450 thousand, with each subsequent bid to increase by no less than 75 thousand dors Let the biddingmence
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“525 thousand.”
675 thousand.”
“750 thousand.”
<b>“</b>1.2 million.”
At that instant, Isabelle raised her hand confidently and dered, “1.5 million.”
The attention of the <b>room </b>shifted <b>as </b><b>all </b>three of them turned to gaze at her.
Sam was on the verge of speaking, but before he could, another deep voice cut in ahead of him, asking, “Do you like it?”
Isabelle nced briefly at George, her expression remaining wordless.
Suddenly, a woman’s voice from the back chimed in, announcing, “1.65 million.
Without hesitation, Isabelle raised her hand once more, stating firmly, “2.25 million.”
Dakota furrowed her brow and directed her gaze towards the source of the voice, attempting to discern who was bidding against her.
And there, in the front row, she caught sight of the girl in a short–sleeved shirt.
She promptly recognised her as the girl who had arrived earlier by taxi.
Her expression soured with a frown.
“Very well, thisdy bids 2.25 million dors. Any higher bids?” The host inquired, turning towards Dakota, who had been consistently participating in the bidding.
Dakota ced another bid. “2.55 million.”
Isabelle countered confidently, stating, “3 million.”
The host dered, “Alright, thisdy bids 3 million dors.”
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