“Am I seeing it wrongly?!”
Rahman rubbed his eyes again and again to confirm that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. “Mabes, why is there a portrait of you?!”
Mable was also surprised to see her portrait here.
‘Who drew it?’
She held up her sign without saying a word.
“Could it be that guy who has a crush on you?!” Rahman teased her.
The host did not have much to say about the painting and did not mention who it was from.
Nonetheless, it could be seen from the enlarged details on the projection that the painting was perfect. The subject’s eyes and expressions were very real and soulful.
Mable thought that no one would bid for the painting. Unexpectedly, the owner of the opposite booth also raised his sign.
The windows of each booth were one-way glass. The people inside could see outside, but not the other way around.
Mable raised her sign again to raise the bid.
The other party followed suit.
Rahman glanced at the opposite booth several times. “I bet the person in the opposite booth is your admirer!”
Otherwise, that person would not be spending so much money on this painting. After all, it was not from a famous artist or worth much.
After a few rounds of going back and forth, the painting, with a price tag of 400,000 dollars, had reached seven figures.
The person in the opposite booth directly put his number sign on the table.
It obviously meant he would follow no matter how much Mable raised the bid.
Mable hesitated for a moment before giving up.
Rahman saw her put down her sign and urged, “Keep raising the bid. I’m not short of money.”
“The painting is useless to me. Since the person likes it, let him have it.”
Mable paused, then added, “Once the auction ends, find out where the painting came from.”
That was her intention.
“Alright.”
At last, the painting was successfully bid by the person in the opposite booth for 1.8 million dollars.
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