He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 142

Lawrence’s face turned stormy, his eyes filled with a quiet, simmering anger. “One hundred million.”

Farris’s eyes went wide. He leaned over to Theresia and muttered, “Teresa, what kind of twisted game is your jerk of an ex playing? He donates something, then tries to buy it back himself? The man’s seriously got issues.”

Theresia honestly had no idea what Lawrence was up to. But after the way he sabotaged her loan, she figured it was only fair he lost a little money for once.

Farris started to lift his paddle again, but Theresia stopped him with a hand on his arm. “A hundred million is enough.”

That was a price she was sure Lawrence would pay. Anything more, and she couldn’t guarantee he’d keep bidding. Better to end it while she was ahead.

The auctioneer counted down, voice echoing through the hall. In the end, the Heart of the Ocean was Lawrence’s, for a cool one hundred million.

The auction wrapped up, and people filtered out in small groups, their voices echoing off marble floors. Theresia and Farris made their way out too, Farris still grumbling about Lawrence’s motives. Theresia figured it was probably some kind of PR move. The Lee Group had been struggling lately, and Lawrence needed to look good for the cameras. Playing philanthropist was his latest trick.

She shook it off. It wasn’t worth worrying about. But just as they reached the exit, a familiar voice called her name from behind.

“Theresia.”

She turned. Lawrence hurried over, sweat beading on his forehead. He held out a jewelry box like it was something precious, his eyes shining with hope. “Theresia, it’s the Heart of the Ocean. I bought it for you. I was going to give it to you for your birthday three months ago, but…”

He trailed off. She’d left him before he got the chance.

It hit hard, the corner splitting his forehead. Blood trickled down his cheek, wiping the last trace of a smile from his lips. All that was left was a cold, empty look in his eyes.

“Lawrence,” Theresia said, her voice icy and sharp, “don’t ever try to buy me off with your things again.”

He stared at her, blood dripping onto his shirt, looking wild and desperate. His fingers clenched so hard his knuckles cracked. “Theresia, I just wanted to make you happy.”

Three months ago, even a scratch on him would have made her panic. Now, watching him bleed, Theresia felt nothing. Not a flicker of emotion.

At that moment, Patti stepped out of the auction hall, breaking the tension.