Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1087:

Alexander had played dumb the entire time, never expecting Daniela to call him out so directly. Shame burned through him. Just as he was about to speak, the auction began.

Daniela’s eyes locked onto Alexander as he moved to sit beside her. She said coolly, “That seat isn’t yours.”

Her voice carried an icy edge, drawing the attention of those nearby.

Alexander hesitated, feeling the weight of their stares. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, “Then, I’ll come find you later. You’ve got the wrong idea.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and headed to the front row.

Daniela shifted her gaze back to the stage.

“The auction is up there. Why are you looking at me?” Daniela asked Carol a moment later.

Carol had been staring at her profile, watching her closely. “Daniela, you just got upset. I haven’t seen you like that in a long time. Why?”

It couldn’t have been about the money. Whether Elite Lux thrived or not, Daniela’s fortune was already staggering. A sum this small meant nothing to her.

Daniela’s response was simple. “Just felt annoyed.”

Carol tilted her head. “Is it because Alexander was rude to Cedric at the entrance? That’s what got to you, isn’t it?”

Daniela turned to look at her.noveldrama

Carol didn’t hesitate. “Cedric is still your husband, after all. And with so many people watching, Alexander went too far. Daniela, you should remind him who really calls the shots. In Olisvine, we set the rules.”

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A slow smile spread across Daniela’s lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Cedric sitting diagonally across from her.

The auction commenced.

Alexander made several high-profile bids, and each time he stood, his gaze instinctively flicked towards Daniela. Everyone around them noticed. It was obvious who he was looking at. Daniela, however, remained indifferent, sitting composed and unmoved by the attention.

“This is the final item of the night,” the auctioneer announced. “A piece of 17th-century porcelain.”

A delicate dining bowl was placed under the spotlight, its surface adorned with vivid blossoms that gleamed under the light. Daniela’s eyes lingered on it.

“The starting bid is one million.”

Alexander turned to Daniela with a smirk. “Eight million!”

The crowd gasped.

A small bowl, worth no more than five million at best, had just been bid up to an outrageous sum. Was he insane?

The auctioneer’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Mr. Bennett! Thank you for your generous bid. Eight million!” Even he had assumed the price wouldn’t go much higher.

“Eight million, going once!”

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