I brushed her hand aside. “Eliana, you give yourself far too much credit.”
As the auction began, Jovan bid against me on every item I favored.
Eliana, however, was even more brazen; she tripled the price in a single breath.
“Five million!” Her eyes locked on mine in challenge. “Louis, still want to bid?”
Gasps rippled through the room.
That antique vase was worth barely two million.
I lowered my paddle with quiet finality and stood, ready to leave.
A message flashed onto my phone.
[If you want to be the Anderson family’s son-in-law, you’d better learn to bow your head. In your current state, you’re not even worthy of being my lover.]
I stared at the screen for two seconds before blocking the number for good.
I hadn’t expected that three days later, I would cross paths with Eliana again at the mall.
Jovan’s eyes lit up the moment he saw the leather shoes in my hands.
Eliana caught on instantly. “Jovan, want them? I’ll buy them for you.”
The store clerk stepped forward, her tone apologetic. “Miss, I’m very sorry. This pair was reserved by Mr. Briones three months ago; it’s the only pair of this limited edition in the entire city…”