Married by Accident Taming the Billionaire (Cecilia) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297 He Was the Ultimate Winner
Camelia could never have imagined that the scandal she had prepared for Cecelia would backfire on herself.
In the face of Bruce's attack, Camelia was completely defenseless, and the two of them unexpectedly ended up in an intimate encounter in the stall.
When Camelia came out of the restroom, most of the guests had already arrived. Her parents, Moore and Ivone, had also arrived at the scene.
At that moment, Camelia's mother was conversing with Gavin's mother, talking about their children.
"My son Gavin really likes Camelia. He often praises her in front of me, saying she is elegant, graceful, knowledgeable, and well-mannered. Mr. Shawn, you've really educated your daughter well." Gavin's mother smiled.
Ivone also beamed. "Mrs. Jones, I can't guarantee anything else, but my daughter is definitely one of the best. She is well-behaved, clever, and has self-respect. Gavin is her first boyfriend. Before dating him, she had never been in a relationship."
Ivone was praising her daughter when she noticed Camelia returning to the reception area. She called Camelia over to introduce her to Gavin's mother.
Camelia had just heard what her mother had said, and her face felt hot as if she had been slapped in the face. But she could only brace herself and greet Gavin's mother.
Gavin also came in from outside and immediately went over to find Camelia.
Little did he know that the pure Camelia in his eyes had just been having a passionate sexual encounter with a servant in the restroom.
"Cami, I've already confirmed it earlier. Remington will also participate in the race next week. Just wait and see. I'll help you beat him," Gavin said confidently.
Camelia could only force a smile, feeling guilty.
"It's about time. The auction is about to start. Let's all go to the auction hall!"
Once everyone had entered, the auctioneer took the stage and announced the official start of the auction.
The first three items up for auction were porcelain. None of the major roles bid and the items were smoothly acquired by some wealthy businessmen.
By the time the fifth item was up, the big screen displayed a traditional painting.
The auctioneer introduced, "The collection we are presenting now is a painting by the national calligraphy master, Mr. Robert. As we all know, he excels in calligraphy, but his traditional paintings are equally exquisite."
"We can see that this painting, Fishing in the Mountains, has a meticulous layout and profound brushwork. With a harmonious balance of light and shade in the landscape, it embodies the philosophical idea that everyone has their own joy, including the fish. The overall composition is majestic, while the details are incredibly delicate. It can be said that this is an exceptional masterpiece."
The auctioneer gave a lengthy introduction to this painting, concluding with, "The starting price for this painting is 15 thousand dollars. The bidding begins!"
The price of 15 thousand wasn't considered high. The starting prices for the previous items were all 75 thousand dollars. However, after the auctioneer announced the starting price of 15 thousand, there was a brief one-minute silence where no one raised their paddle.
Camelia started to feel anxious, "Why isn't anyone bidding for my grandfather's painting? Was the price set too high?"
Many collectors adopted a wait-and-see attitude. After all, Robert's calligraphy was his most valuable asset, and his paintings were scarce.
There was also a group of people who were there for The Collection of Fragrant Clothes. They had concentrated their funds on the final item and were eager to acquire the secret formula.
Just as the auctioneer was about to ask if there were any bidders, someone suddenly raised his paddle.
"Number 87! 16 thousand!"
"What the h*ll? Someone actually bid. Who is number 87?"
Many people craned their necks to look, and Camelia and the others also wanted to see who was bidding.
Looking to the front right, they discovered that the person raising the paddle was none other than Cecelia.
"Cecelia is bidding?"
It caught Camelia and Winnie off guard.
Cecelia and Remington only got a paddle tonight, so Cecelia's bidding meant that Remington was bidding.
The president of Nelson Group's bidding indicated a lot.
The tense atmosphere in the room was quickly broken by the bid from number 87. They definitely believed in Remington's discerning eye.
Based on past auctions, anything Remington acquired had a great potential for appreciation. Now that everyone saw number 87 bidding, their belief that this painting was exceptional grew even stronger.
As a result, several more people started to bid one after another.
"Number 17 is bidding! 17 thousand! Any higher bids?" The auctioneer proclaimed loudly.
"18 thousand!"
Another man called out.
"19 thousand!"
The bids continued to rise.
Cecelia also placed a few bids, not because she had to acquire the painting but out of respect for Robert.
The old man had been nice to her and the children, so she wanted to support him.
Jersey thought that Cecelia really liked the painting and was determined to acquire it and give it to her.
He raised his paddle.
"Number 59! 20 thousand!"
The price had already reached 20 thousand, which further proved the worth of the painting. Many others followed suit and raised their paddles.
Seeing Jersey's bid, Remington, who was not to be outdone, took the paddle and raised it, "25 thousand!"
Jersey turned his head and met Remington's intense gaze. The gaze of the two men met silently, causing tension in the hall.
The two men were openly fighting for the painting, but in reality, they were provoking each other in secret.
Jersey's brows furrowed with displeasure as he made another bid. "30 thousand."
Seeing Jersey bide again, some people continued to raise their paddles.
Remington bid 35 thousand, and Jersey made another bid of 40 thousand.
It was too much for other people. Obviously, the competition had turned into a showdown between the Bowman Group and the Nelson Group.
The number of bidders dwindled, leaving only Jersey and Remington competing against each other.
Seeing the two big shots fight so intently, others gave up and waited to see who would get the painting in the end.
By now, the bidding had reached 45 thousand. Jersey raised his paddle once again, calling out, "50 thousand."
Remington wanted to raise his paddle again, but Cecelia stopped him. "Forget it. Jersey loves that painting. Let's give it to him. After all, we didn't come here just for the painting."
Hearing his sweetheart's words, Remington put down his paddle and stopped bidding.
"50 thousand goes once! 50 thousand goes twice. 50 thousand goes three times! Deal! I now announce that Mr. Robert's Fishing in the Mountains belongs to number 59! Congratulations!"
The auctioneer declared loudly, and the final hammer fell. The painting was sold.
Jersey looked at Remington with a complacent gaze, but Remington just smiled without caring about it because as long as Cecelia was by his side, he was the ultimate winner.
A Painting sold for 50 thousand.
This round of art auction pushed the auction to new heights, but the most important thing tonight was still the last piece.
"Ladies and gentlemen, next up is our final item of the evening. Please take a look at the big screen!"