Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 312

Haskell was currently besieged by his own family, presenting Lucius with the perfect opportunity to surpass him and finally shed the title of “eternal second-best.” But if Larissa truly possessed formidable abilities, their union would be a powerful alliance. Lucius had to be cautious; what he perceived as an opportunity could easily become a trap.

“Understood, Mr. Lincoln,” his assistant replied.

Just then, the auctioneer stepped onto the stage and announced, “Distinguished guests, this highly anticipated auction will now officially begin!”

As he spoke, a hostess carried a delicate tray to the stage. On it rested the first item of the night: a magnificent pendant designed by a late, renowned master, named “Tear of the Goddess.”

The pendant was shaped like a flawless teardrop. Under the bright lights, it shimmered with a pure, deep blue luster, reminiscent of a sunlit ocean, captivating all who saw it.

“Garrick, didn’t you say you truly liked me?” the beautiful woman beside him murmured, her eyes fixed on the pendant. “I love it. If you can win it for me, I’ll be your woman.”

Garrick smirked. A piece of jewelry like this would cost two or three million at most.

“Alright,” he said confidently. “You said it. If I get it for you, you’re mine tonight.”

“But…” the woman added.

“But what?”

Her eyes flickered toward the two bodyguards standing behind Garrick. “If you fail to get it, you’ll stop bothering me for good.”

Garrick stared at her for a moment, understanding her gamble, then laughed arrogantly. “Fine. It looks like you’re destined to be my woman tonight.”

The woman said nothing, her hands clenching nervously. She glanced again at Larissa, her last hope. She couldn’t escape Garrick’s advances on her own. Her only chance was that the heiress who had just declared war on him would bid against him out of spite. If she lost this bet… she would have to resign herself to her fate.

After introducing the pendant, the auctioneer declared, “The starting bid for the Tear of the Goddess is two hundred thousand. Let the bidding begin!”

“Two hundred fifty thousand!”

The auctioneer tapped his gavel.

“One million, going once.”

“One million, going twice.”

“One mil—”

Garrick, already impatient, grabbed the woman’s hand, his eyes burning with lust. “Darling, you’re all mine tonight.”

The woman bit her lip and closed her eyes in despair.

But before the auctioneer could finish his count, a clear, bold voice echoed through the hall: “Two million.”