Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 514

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 514

Looking around herself, Vivian was aware that the crowd has gone from bewildered to entertained. The mocking gazes bore into her head, causing her to feel as if she were a paid actress whose purpose was to put up a scene. The look in Finnick’s eyes frustrated her even more.

If I continue playing this game with him, I might lose up to a couple of hundred thousand. And he surely isn’t worth it.

Regaining her senses, Vivian clenched her teeth and put down the paddle in her hand, resentment coursed through her veins. Forget it! I’ll let him have his way. So what if he got the ring? As long I don’t care, it doesn’t matter.

After Vivian backed down, this round of bidding ended, closing the curtains of the “play” starring her and Finnick, allowing the ring to end up in Finnick’s hands with a sky-high price of three million.

The auctioneer had a hard time concealing his smile as the gavel hit the table for the third time, calling this round of bidding to an end. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined a simple ring as such could win such an extravagant bid. The auctioneer’s eyes shone just by thinking about how much commission he would be receiving.

Before long, another item was brought onstage, signaling the start of a new round, causing the crowd to redirect their attention towards the auction. Even so, Vivian could still hear soft mutterings from the crowd, all of which consisted of speculations about her relationship with Finnick. Some even went as far as saying the two of them were arguing out of unresolved sexual tension, and they’re going to reconcile with each other soon.

Hearing those ridiculous, baseless arguments, blood pounded in Vivian’s ears as she was consumed by blinding rage. Her original intention was to sever all ties she had with Finnick that day, not to cause a commotion.

There was nothing Vivian wanted more than to leave at that moment, but the event was held by the Morrison Group. As a Morrison herself, it would be rude if Vivian were to leave before the auction ended. Unwilling to cause another ruckus, and to save Benedict from any unnecessary troubles, Vivian remained seated in her seat amidst the whispers, counting the seconds till the end of the event.

Immediately after the event ended, Vivian turned to Benedict, “Sorry Ben, I’m gonna head out. There’s something I need to do,” she mumbled. She had no intention of staying there for a moment longer.