He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 130

It was as if the astronomical figure he just called out was nothing more than loose change for a tip.

Grant's grip on his paddle tightened. He thought of the company's recent financial reports and the gaping hole left by the stock crash...

That number was already pushing the absolute limit of the liquid funds he could access.

He couldn't keep bidding.

For the first time, Lucas finally turned his head to look at Grant.

There was no provocation in his eyes. It was a calm that bordered on complete apathy, but it was exactly that apathy that stung worse than any verbal taunt.

"One hundred million going once... One hundred million going twice..."

The auctioneer's voice boomed through the massive hall, every single syllable landing like a direct slap to Grant's face.

Grant ground his back teeth together in pure fury. He hesitated for a long agonizing moment, raising his paddle halfway before slowly, defeatedly, lowering it back down.

*Bang!*

"One hundred million, sold!"

With the crack of the gavel, the sapphire necklace officially belonged to Lucas.

The hostess carried the necklace straight to Lucas's table.

Lucas took the velvet box from the hostess and, without a second of hesitation, lifted the necklace out.

He then leaned over and personally draped it around Sienna's neck, securing the clasp at the back.

The gesture was deeply intimate yet completely fluid, done in one flawless motion.

The heavy sapphire rested just below her collarbone, highlighting her flawlessly radiant complexion.

Watching them interact, Grant felt his chest tighten to the point of pain. An indescribable sense of crushing loss clawed its way up from his stomach.

Wait!

Wasn't Sienna still in love with him?

If she loved him, she should have rejected it in front of everyone!

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