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he Browns and Greenx had clearly come into some money lately over the course of the evening, they snapped up three or four Ints for a combinenį motať smewhere around twenty million. That was serious spending by any measure, and the room took notice. People kept shooting admiring glances their way sming over to congratulate them.
hony had come in with two or three lots already on his radar. With Maggie weighing in, he ended up winning a jewelry set that went for just over ten indition.
we Browns and Greens had been keeping tabs on Maggie the whole time.
Ex and Wes weren’t watching her as closely, but their eyes drifted over every now and then.
hen they saw Johnny drop that kind of money, every single one of them assumed he’d bought the jewelry for Maggie.
res leaned over to Rex. “This Miss Miller is tangled up with Mr. Wilson, and Johnny’s still out here throwing a fortune at her like it’s nothing. You can tell he’s ally gone on her. And honestly, the more you look at her, the better she looks. If I were…”
ex’s brow creased.
e knew Yves wasn’t wrong. But he had no interest in discussing Maggie at length, so he left it alone.
ie Browns and Greens had been scraping by not too long ago, and they’d been quietly proud of how flush things were going now. Watching Johnny casually op ten–plus million on jewelry for Maggie took the shine right off that. Their expressions went flat.
phia looked like she might actually combust. “He just handed over ten million like it was pocket change. That Johnny, he’s not an idiot, is he?!”
lia and Janice said nothing.
hnny and Maggie weren’t paying attention to any of them.
aggie had come purely to help Johnny with his picks, but as the auction started winding toward its finale, something caught her eye. The headline lot: a asterwork oil painting.
le opening bid was already eight figures.
le moment the number went up, Maggie raised her paddle without hesitating.
hat stopped everyone cold. The Browns, the Greens, Rex, all of them.
>phia nearly launched herself out of her seat. “That thing opened at over ten million, and she’s actually… she’s…”
n opening bid that high meant the final price would run anywhere from thirty to fifty million, bare minimum.
hirty to fifty million. Not thirty to fifty dollars. And Maggie just…
ophia’s envy had officially crossed into something uglier.
he Browns and Greens went silent. Whatever was left of their smiles disappeared completely.
ophia’s estimate of thirty to fifty million was already selling it short. She had no idea how many people in that room had shown up specifically for this painting
And Maggie matched nearly every counter that came in.
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