No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Bidding War

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However, the moment was soon interrupted as the host began presenting the next lot-a bracelet crafted from the emerald.

Sabrina’s eyes immediately sparkled with desire upon seeing it. “Vincent, look at that bracelet! Isn’t it absolutely exquisite?”

Vincent was pulled from his reverie and finally directed his attention to the stage. The emerald bracelet shimmered under the intense spotlights, casting a soft, mesmerizing green glow that, for some inexplicable reason, stirred a strange restlessness within him.

That particular shade of green… Was it trying to trigger a forgotten memory?

“Vincent?” Sabrina gently nudged his elbow when he remained silent for an extended moment.

He forced a thin smile as he returned to the present. “Hmm?”

Sabrina pointed toward the stage and repeated her question with renewed enthusiasm. “What do you think? Isn’t it beautiful?”

Vincent’s reply was perfunctory. “Yes, it’s very beautiful.”

The bracelet was, objectively, stunning. The color was a rich, vibrant green, the clarity was flawless, and the stone was impeccably clean without a single visible fissure. Its immense value was apparent even to a casual observer.

On the other side of the aisle, Scarlett had also noticed the bracelet. While the previous items had been presented, her expression had remained utterly impassive, her face a mask of icy indifference, as if all those glittering jewels were merely gaudy trinkets.

But the moment the emerald bracelet appeared, a distinct spark of interest finally ignited in her eyes.

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None of these subtle shifts in her demeanor escaped Damian’s keen observation.

His intuition had been correct-Scarlett was genuinely drawn to that particular piece.

The moment the host announced the opening bid, Damian immediately raised his paddle and called out in a clear, confident voice, “Ten million!”

The starting price had been five million dollars. Damian had unhesitatingly doubled it.

The instant his bid echoed through the hall, a palpable freeze fell over the guests seated behind him. No one dared to raise their paddle in response.

Seeing this, Scarlett quickly turned to him, her voice a hyished, urgent whisper. “Damian, I have no need for jewelry like that. Please, put the paddle down.”

She reached out, attempting to wrest the bidding paddle from his grasp.

But Damian held it aloft, keeping it easily out of her reach.

To the surrounding audience, their quiet struggle appeared to be a playful, intimate tussle between a

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couple.

Naturally, Vincent and Sabrina also took note of their animated interaction.

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Damian, noticing Vincent and Sabrina’s glances in their direction, leaned conspiratorially close to Scarlett’s car. “They’re watching us,” he murmured.

Scarlett knew precisely whom he meant. Her body instantly stiffened, and she ceased her attempts to grab the paddle.

Just as she straightened her posture, the host on stage began the final countdown, preparing to bring down the gavel.

Simultaneously, from the corner of her eye, Scarlett caught sight of Sabrina whispering something to

Vincent.

They weren’t seated far away, but the ambient noise in the room prevented her from discerning their words.

At the very moment the auctioneer’s arm began its descent, Vincent suddenly raised his own paddle, his voice cutting crisply through the air. “Fifteen million!”

The entire hall erupted in a wave of astonished murmurs.

“My god, raising by five million in one go? Are they trying to launch this bracelet into orbit?”

“Let’s be realistic, the piece is worth five, maybe six million at most. At these prices, the winner is just setting money on fire.”

“What do you know? He’s clearly trying to win his lady’s favor. What’s a few million to a man like him?”

“Precisely! Neither Vincent nor Damian is exactly short on cash.”

“This is like watching titans clash. Let’s just hope we mere mortals don’t get crushed in the process.”

The auctioneer’s eyes gleamed with undisguised delight at Vincent’s counter-bid, and he promptly restarted the countdown.

As the timer ticked down once more, Damian abruptly raised his paddle again. “Twenty million!”

Vincent did not yield. “Twenty-five million!”

Damian countered immediately. “Thirty million!”

Vincent’s response was swift. “Thirty-five million!”

Back and forth they went, a silent war of wealth and wills waged with numbered paddles.

Scarlett listened as the numbers escalated into the absurd, and a cold dread began to coil in the pit of her stomach. She grabbed Damian’s arm, turning to face him fully, her eyes pleading. “Damian, please, you have to stop.”

He looked down at her, gently patted her hand reassuringly, and offered a confident smile. “If it brings you joy, then any price is justified.”

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With that, he raised his paddle yet again.

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