Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire novel Chapter 989

Chapter 989 One Hundred Million

The second item was quickly sold for a hundred thousand. Immediately after, the third item was carted out.

From Marcus’ brief introduction, the item was revealed to be a blue amber necklace, the work of a jewelry designer who was another alumnus of Jadeborough University.

Made from the sap of a tree and forged by the heat and pressure of the earth’s core over tens of millions of years, regular ambers were precious enough. Translucent and emitting a faint glow seemingly on its own, the mystique and beauty of the blue amber necklace on stage made other jewels look barely more impressive than cobblestones by comparison.

The value of its gem aside, the intricacies of the work done on the pendant itself showed quite plainly that it was a masterpiece that would be the highlight of the night.

There was a single black rose petal encased in the amber.

The lucky wearer of the necklace would undoubtedly attract attention wherever they went.

Arielle was not interested in jewelry. She seldom even wore make-up as she prioritized comfort and convenience over her vanity. As a result, the bid for the necklace barely sparked her interest.

Wendy, however, sat upright at once. The startling blue of the necklace was reflected in her greedy eyes.

This necklace is made for me!

After providing the necessary introductions to the item and its creator, Marcus began the bid at twenty million.

Aside from the students and their parents, many affluent alumni of Jadeborough University were in attendance at the charity auction that night. Though it was common for rare and exorbitant items up for bids in an event like that, the necklace was by far the most expensive.

Trisha’s eyes shone at the sight of the necklace. “Oh, how pretty…” she blurted longingly.

“Do you like it?” Arielle turned to glance at Trisha.

“Oh, no, no. Not at all!” she cried, afraid that Arielle was going to spend lavishly on her. “I just thought it looked pretty, that’s all. I wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing it on my neck in public.”

“Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“I don’t want it. Thank you.” Trisha shook her head firmly.