Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 138

Could her embroidery really be auction-worthy?

Back in prison, the guards often praised her needlework, but she never quite believed it was anything extraordinary. She just assumed she was a bit better than the others there.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that her work could fetch such a high price at auction.

Claire clutched Sean's phone tightly, her voice trembling a bit. "May I ask, sir, how much did you pay for this piece of embroidery?"

Sean noticed the shift in her demeanor and studied her with curiosity. "Two million."

In truth, the piece entitled "Radiant Beauty" was worth far more than two million, even more precious than "Eternal Life," which had sold for three million.

Unfortunately, "Radiant Beauty" was unfinished. Missing just a few final stitches, its value had been significantly reduced. Even if another embroiderer were to complete it, the differences in technique would be noticeable.

The peony embroidered on his suit jacket bore a striking resemblance to "Radiant Beauty." If she were the one to finish it, Sean thought, the difference would likely be undetectable.

Two million?

Her embroidery could be auctioned for two million?

Claire was overwhelmed by the revelation, as if waves of disbelief were crashing through her mind. Sean's mention of "two million" echoed in her head like a thunderclap, shattering her perception of her own skills.

Her hands shook from the shock, causing her to accidentally swipe the phone screen.

A new image appeared—"Eternal Life." The cranes looked so real they seemed ready to take flight with a gentle breeze, and the pine branches were intricately detailed, exuding strength and grace. Every detail showcased the embroiderer's exceptional talent.

Claire was stunned once more.

"Eternal Life" was her work too!

Sean spoke calmly, "I purchased 'Eternal Life' last year for three million as a birthday gift for my grandmother. She loved it, which is why I bought another piece from the same embroiderer this year."

Hearing the figure "three million," Claire felt as though she were frozen in place, her eyes wide with shock, mouth agape, as if trying to speak but unable to voice anything past the lump in her throat.

Two million?

Three million?

She had never dared to dream of such figures, yet her embroidery could command such prices.

No wonder, back in prison, the other inmates never harmed her hands, no matter how they treated her otherwise. No wonder the guards always seemed to protect her whenever she was engrossed in her work. Her hands were indeed invaluable.