Chapter 114
Why was it thei Edwin was in the loop while he was left in the dark? When exactly had Edwin
and ra gotten to know each other?
Suddenly, he recalled the day ra had gone out of her way to pull Edwin aside when she was
donating blood for Heidi. Whatever they had discussed remained a mystery to him.
Fuming over these thoughts,n scooped up a snowball and hurled it across the field. Just
then, Dawson pulled up to give him a lift. One look atn’s thunderous expression, and Dawson
knew there was trouble in paradise with ra.
“Mr. Hayes, sometimes you gotta sweet–talk thedies. Sometimes, a meaningful gift does
wonders. It beats getting on your knees with a peace offering. Last time my girl was mad, I got her
a ne, and she was all smiles again in no time. I heard there’s this rare treasure up for auction
tonight, and they say. whoever gets their hands on it is set for a perfect life. If you win it for Attorney
ra, she’s bound to make up with you.”
A slight easing of the storm onn’s face was visible at Dawson’s words. Images of past gifts he
had given ra danced in his head. She would always hug him excitedly, nting kisses on his
lips, cooing, n, I love you so much.”
Every time she said those words, he couldn’t help but feel aroused all night long. Even when she
cried for mercy, he couldn’t hold back.
Before, he thought ra was just ying games, but knowing now that those words came from her
heart, an unexined ache surfaced in his chest.
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“Reserve a seat at the auction,” he said coldly.
That evening, the auction hall was a beehive of elites and high society, all buzzing about the much–
touted
treasure.
When the dazzling gem appeared on the big screen,n was stunned. His eyes fixed on the blood–
red ruby ne, a chill radiating from his gaze. The air around him seemed to drop a few
degrees.
Dawson was equally shocked. He could never have imagined that the mysterious treasure, hyped
by the media for days, was the ‘Tears of an Angel‘ ne that his boss had spent a fortune on for
ra during a trip abroad the previous year.
He remembered the event vividly. His boss had vied fiercely with a local tycoon for the ne,
finally securing it with a bid of a hundred million.
Why was it now up for auction?
Dawson tried to defuse the situation, “Mr. Hayes, this can’t be Attorney ra’s doing. Remember
the website where shest sold stuff? The ne wasn’t listed there.”
“Find out where it came from,” he ordered tersely.
“Yes, right away,” Dawson replied.
An hourter,n reimed the ne with a two–hundred million bid.
Dawson had also uncovered the truth. Leaning close, he whispered, “Mr. Hayes, the ne was
purchased by Winsome Pawn for ten million”
Hearing the price, tan felt a vein in his forehead threaten to burst. A hundred million–dor treasure
sold for
o mere ten million? How desperate was she to rid herself of his gifts? To cut ties with him?
Suppressing the rage boiling within, he asked in a cold tone, “Did ra sell it?”