Jared's eyes were glued onto Agnes' face.
Their gazes clashed, like a standoff of sorts, but Agnes didn't show any signs of backing down.
In fact, compared to Jared's icy rage, Agnes' face was a picture of calm.
Almost as if Jared's presence was of no consequence to her.
Jared couldn't figure out what emotion was lurking behind Agnes' eyes.
He didn't understand how this woman could remain so chill.
Suddenly, Jared turned on his heel, heading towards the auction stage.
Beatrice shot Agnes a glance before hurrying after Jared.
She reached out, wanting to grab Jared's arm.
Jared turned his head, shooting her a look that made her hesitate.
In the end, Beatrice withdrew her hand and stopped in her tracks.
It had been a long while since they last had any close contact.
Beatrice wasn't as bold as she used to be, daring to approach him head on.
They hadn't even held hands, which made Beatrice feel quite bummed.
Most of the things she said to Agnes were just wishful thinking on her part, only she knew how bitter she felt inside.
The auction started.
The first item up for bid was a gem bracelet.
The auctioneer began his introduction, "This is a bracelet Ms. Pritchard has been wearing since she was a kid. Even though it's made of ordinary gems, it was designed and crafted by a master jeweler. Starting bid is ten grand."
To the attendees, ten grand was just chump change.
Everyone knew that this gem bracelet was just the opening act. Even though the bracelet was designed by a master jeweler, because of its ordinary materials, it wasn't worth much as a collectible.
But since it was Ms. Pritchard's birthday party, everyone was willing to chip in a gift.
Bidders started raising their paddles.
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