His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias) novel Chapter 95

“I think I should get used to saving you, don’t you think so, neighbor?” Elijah teased as he led Amara to a table at the far end of the auction room.

It was secluded, but with a great view of the stage.

Amara eyed him, refusing to play along with his jest.

When they arrived at the table, Elijah pulled a chair open for her and took his seat in the chair opposite her.

“Not gonna thank me?”

“I could have easily handled that situation, Elijah.” Amara retorted, shrugging her shoulder.

She couldn’t help the smile that made it’s way onto her lips when he feigned hurt, placing his hand across his chest and dramatically sighing, just like when they had first met.

“That’s the thanks I get for helping you out.”

“What? We’re you expecting another home cooked meal?”

Elijah smiled. “Well, I expected a date, but home cooked meal sounds nice.”

Amara playfully glared at him, but soon, the expression on her face dropped and she reasoned Elijah’s actions so far.

Although their first meeting was a coincidence and so was their second, he had no reason whatsoever to help her.

But he did, without hesitation at that.

She glanced at him and Elijah smile widened.

Her eyes narrowed. What was his objective? What was he hoping to gaining from always showing up and helping her?

Money? Connection? No, there was no way he knew her true identity.

What then? Was he…trying to court her?

Amara shook the ridiculous idea off as soon as it breezed past her mind and decided to focus on the auction that was about to begin.

Whatever his agenda was, she didn’t want to know, because no matter what…

“It isn’t going to work.” She muttered.

“What?” Elijah asked.

Ah, she didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Nothing. Why are you here by the way?”

As if debating his answer, or rather, reading into her expression and obvious change of subject, Elijah was silent for a few seconds.

“I came to bid on something,” He answered at last. “Isn’t that why we’re all here.”

Of course he was here to bid on something. Amara nearly felt stupid after asking that question.

So, to save whatsoever of her dignity that was left, she choose to remain silent for the night.

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As the auction begun, a man in his late forties, dressed in a maintenance suit, approached the building.

“Evening folks,” He greeted the bodyguards, flashing an ID card at them. “I’m here for maintenance.”

The bodyguards glanced at each other before one of them reached for his walkie talkie to confirm.