The Rejected Principessa Returns novel Chapter 122

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I was just about to transfer sixty million to my husband, who was supposedly negotiating an international

deal

Then, the Blue Diamond Necklace I had my eye on was snatched up before I could even raise my paddle.

Angered, I kept raising my paddle all the way up to ten million, when a smug assistant barged into my booth.

“I suggest you walk away while you still can. If you try to take what our boss has set his eyes on, you might

not even know how you died.”

Looking at how everyone around instantly fell silent, I grew curious-since when did someone so powerful

pop up in New York without me knowing?

I glanced toward the big shot’s VIP box, and there he was-Ethan Grant, my husband, who was supposed to

be overseas on a business trip.

Just yesterday, he was apologizing over and over for not being able to spend our anniversary together.

Now, he was holding Roxie Shaw-the college girl I’d been personally funding-in his arms, voice low and

raspy. “A birthday present for you. Do you like it?”

Behind him, the assistant’s voice rang out sharply.

“Lock it down! Mr. Grant said-whoever bids, he’s adding two hundred fourteen grand more on top!”

I let out a laugh and raised my paddle without hesitation. “I’ll match it.”

Let’s see if he can still come up with a single cent without me.

***

Just as I got back to my upstairs VIP seat, a message popped up on my phone. [Babe, I just got to the hotel.

So tired, so sleepy, I miss you so much!]

I shifted my eyes from the screen and looked down.

In the VIP box below, Ethan had just put down his phone, and was whispering something to Roxie, smiling as

she blushed and dove into his chest.

What used to feel like a sweet daily check-in now made my skin crawl. It wasn’t just Ethan’s betrayal that

infuriated me-it was Roxie, that ungrateful little snake.

She was someone I had personally chosen to sponsor. Everything she wore, ate, or used followed my

standards-she lived better than most spoiled rich kids.

But never in a million years did I think this sweet-talking girl who called me “sister” would end up in my

husband’s bed.

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The auction consultant approached cautiously. “Miss Blake, they’ve just made a move-how much should we

counter with?”

I curled my lips into a cold smile. “Fourteen point four million.”

They want to be romantic with 2.14? Fine, I’ll play too.

The moment the auctioneer announced my bid, Ethan’s face visibly darkened.

A wave of murmurs rolled across the hall as people turned, trying to spot who was bold enough to go

against the head of the Grant family.

Businessmen tend to be superstitious-they like lucky numbers.

Hearing triple fours? Even a fool could sense my hostility.

Inside the booth, Roxie’s eyes welled up. She clutched Ethan’s sleeve, her voice soft and apologetic. “Ethan,

who’s being so mean? Aren’t those numbers kind of a curse?”

“It’s all my fault. If you hadn’t been trying to celebrate my birthday, this bad luck wouldn’t have found you! I don’t want the necklace anymore. Let’s just go.”

Her considerate act only made Ethan hold her tighter, like he couldn’t wait to melt her into his arms.

With a wave of his hand, the assistant instantly raised the paddle, voice booming. “Top it! Add 2.14 million-

16.58 million!”

The crowd gasped, their flattery flowing freely.

“Mr. Grant is really something. If she’s watching, then go ahead-raise the stakes, break the bank. Whatever it

takes.”

“Who’s this clueless out-of-towner trying to butt heads with Mr. Grant? They’ve got a death wish!”

“After that dramatic showdown, we just might be in for an encore-maybe someone begging on their knees.”

I sipped my tea, unfazed by their sarcasm. “Twenty-four point four million.”

The moment my voice rang out with the new bid, Ethan’s expression turned dark as coal.

Roxie cooed and coaxed him endlessly before he calmed down even a little.

Then, without hesitation, he raised it another 2.14 million and called someone over, muttering low

instructions through clenched teeth.

Seven years of marriage had taught me to read Ethan like a book. That look? He was genuinely pissed this

time.

I smiled, indifferent.

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This was just the beginning. The real drama would start when it came time to verify funds.

When Ethan’s assistant called out “26.58 million,” I rested my chin on my palm, thought for a moment, and

announced my number. “42.3 million.”

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