The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 115

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As they were in chaos, Natalie quickly turned the steering wheel and left them in the dust

The black G–Wagon squeezed through the gap between the two cars, smoothly merging into the trathc ahead, moving so fast it was like a streak of black lightning.

In the rearview mirror, Natalie saw the two cars parked crookedly by the side of the road. The curly–haired guy got out, pointing at her and stomping around, cursing wildly.

Natalie withdrew her gaze and returned the bottle of Fanta to its original place.

After another ten minutes on the road, Natalie finally pulled up right outside the World–Class Auction House.

Blake Mitchell was waiting for her in the lobby, wearing a deep gray stand–collar shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, giving a glimpse of his lean, strong wrists.

He had on matching slim–fit pants and black ankle boots, looking crisp and carrying a hint of that fierce. commanding vibe.

His short hair was slicked back, showing off his broad forehead and those sharp, intense eyes.

The usual messy strands were now perfectly in place, making his already cold face look even more chiseled, and honestly, his presence was off the charts.

He leaned against the sofa in the lounge area, his gaze fixed on the entrance.

Anyone who recognized him couldn’t wait to put some distance between themselves and Blake, afraid that even a glance might get them in trouble.

It wasn’t until Natalie walked in that his expressionless face finally showed a trace of emotion.

“Natalie!” he called out.

He stood up and waved her over.

Natalie spotted him, hands in her pockets as she strolled over.

“Blake,” she called out, using that familiar nickname.

“Come on, let’s head inside. If you see anything you like tonight, just bid for it,” Blake said, his tone indulgent.

Blake watched Natalie with obvious affection in his eyes,

The manager, who had been waiting nearby, immediately stepped forward with a big smile, bowing almost at a ninety–degree angle.

“Mr. Mitchell, your private room is all set. Please, this way,” he said, his voice full of respect.

As he led the way, his eyes flashed with a hint of admiration when he glanced at Natalie, but he quickly looked away, not daring to stare.

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He couldn’t help but wonder who she was. After all, Blake Mitchell was Harbor City’s infamous ice–cold enforcer, ruthless and unpredictable.

Normally, he was strictly off–limits to strangers, never seen with a single woman, and now he was actually here, personally waiting for a girl?

v…smiling so gently?‘ the manager thought, utterly baffled.

felt a chill run down his spine, quickly forcing himself to stop overthinking and just on showing them the way.

y, please,” he said.

guided them over to the exclusive VIP elevator.

The auction was about to start in a few minutes, and the private box hall was nearly full.

The elevator glided smoothly up and soon reached the second floor.

When the doors opened, they stepped out into a corridor covered in dark carpet, with several closed doors on both sides, each one bearing a golden room number.

The manager led them

“Mr. Mitchell,

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nermost room, V8, and pushed the door open.

ut it had a really classy vibe.

ve floor–to–ceiling window, stretching from the ceiling all the way down, e for a prime view.

They could see everything outside, but nobody could see them inside.

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r stepped onto the stage, the spotlight hitting him as the audience fell silent.

ng, everyone! Welcome to the World–Class Auction House Spring Auction.

we’ve prepared thirty–seven exclusive lots for you, covering jewelry, paintings, antiques, and ach item has been meticulously verified, so you can bid with confidence.”

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Almost immediately, people started raising their paddles.

“450 thousand dollars.”

“500 thousand dollars.”

“550 thousand dollars.”

he price kept climbing.

atalie leaned back o

A vaguely familiar voice rang out from the first floor. Natalie glanced down, searching for where it came from

Michael sat right in the center of the hall, holding up his paddle with a determined grin, looking like he was sure he’d win.

The bidding had died down. No one else was interested.

After 80 thousand dollars, he was the only one left bidding.

“100 thousand dollars, going once!” the auctioneer called out.

He scanned the room. “100 thousand dollars, going twice!”

Natalie looked down at him, her gaze icy cold.

‘Why is Grandma’s bracelet up for auction?‘ Natalie wondered, feeling unsettled.

‘Grandma gave this bracelet to the Grant family. It should still be with them, so why is it here?‘ Her stomach dropped.

And if Michael already had it, why is he bidding for it again?‘ Suspicion crept into her thoughts.

Blake noticed her gaze and asked, “Want it?”

Natalie looked away and nodded.

“Okay, it’s yours,” Blake replied.

Blake reached for the intercom button, but Natalie was quicker.

“Blake, I’ll handle this myself,” Natalie said, her tone calm but firm.

“150 thousand dollars,” Natalie announced, her voice steady.

Her voice was cool and steady, but it echoed clearly through the hall thanks to the intercom in their VIP

suite.

The first floor froze for a moment, stunned into silence.

Everyone looked up, eyes fixed on the VIP box behind the one–way glass on the second floor.

150 grand?

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‘That crappy bracelet? Worth 150 thousand dollars?‘ Nobody could believe it.

Michael’s grin froze on his face.

He jerked his head up, looking sharply toward the second floor. ‘Room V8?

Who is in there?‘ he wondered.

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‘Seriously? That plain bracelet actually caught the attention of someone in the VIP box?‘ Michael was completely baffled.

But he was determined to get that bracelet tonight. ‘If I just raise my bid a bit, maybe the other side will back off, he thought.

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