The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 532

"Ms. Freya, are you feeling unwell?" Mandy, noticing Freya's intense reaction to the item, grew worried.

She couldn’t figure out why Freya was so interested in this particular item, which was clearly the least appealing one of the night, and had drawn some disdain from people who saw it.

The item was an old-fashioned antique with nothing special except for the gold chain.

The fact that it was even displayed here seemed to draw negative reactions toward its donor.

But Freya's reaction to the piece was as though she had found something extraordinary. Was there something about its design that inspired her?

Mandy knew that Freya, as one of the top young jewelry designers in the country, was renowned for her ability to find inspiration in everyday things.

She gently held Freya’s cold hand and said softly, "We can bid on it later; it won’t cost much. It’s likely no one else will want it, so it’s a good deal."

Sawyer, seated in the front row of the Lloyds Group, noticed Freya's strange behavior.

In Saeville, only the Lloyds and the Morgan family remained powerful, while other families had become minor players. As a result, the Lloyds and Morgans were given the prime seats at events.

Sawyer, who was always attentive to Freya, noticed something was wrong with her.

To avoid causing a scene or embarrassing Freya, he decided to send her a message instead of approaching her directly.

He had started to care about Freya’s reputation, even though he was known for his own disregard for social norms. He didn’t want Freya to be embarrassed or judged.

He sent her a message asking, “Is something wrong? Are you having trouble?” with a question mark at the end.

Freya, coming back to her senses, quickly replied, “I’m fine, thank you.”

Seeing her response, Sawyer frowned slightly at her persistent politeness.

The host began introducing the piece, describing it as extraordinarily ordinary, and noted that the donation was anonymous. Of course, it was anonymous. It had already been ridiculed by the crowd.

The item was so mundane that even the host spoke about it with minimal enthusiasm and expectation. If it didn't sell, they could just find a place to buy back the gold.

The host lazily announced, “Starting price: 10,000 dollars!”

This was the lowest starting price of the auction, mostly due to the weight of the gold chain, with the value of the red gemstones being negligible.

For the wealthy attendees, 10,000 dollars was just the cost of a meal.

No one moved; everyone seemed dismissive, talking amongst themselves and not paying much attention, waiting for the next item.

The upcoming lots included items designed by Freya and The Jewel Vault, which they were keen on, given Freya's impressive performance at the Pontenero Jewelry Exhibition.

Suddenly, Freya’s calm voice cut through the murmurs. “Twenty thousand!” she called, raising her bidding paddle.

People around her were stunned and started whispering.

“Ms. Freya likes this sort of thing?”

“Yeah, it’s surprising. Ms. Freya is a well-known designer—why would she like something so tacky?”

“Maybe tacky is part of a retro trend?”

“Hey, don’t be too quick to judge! With Ms. Freya bidding, the chain seems more appealing.”

“Haha…”