Chapter 77

“That’s Dalton,” Clara whispered to Nora. “Alpha of the Birch Pack. He’s wealthy, but I don’t think even he would go head–to–head with Arnold for too long.”

Nora glanced at Dalton, a tall, well–dressed man with sharp features. His expression remained composed as he made his bid.

Linda, as expected, countered.

The numbers climbed. Fifteen million. Eighteen million, The

The room fell silent.

twenty.

Dalton sat back, shaking his head with an amused smile, conceding.

The

green diamond bracelet was Linda’s.

Nora let out a slow breath. *At least she’s spent enough already. She shouldn’t compete with me anymore.*

She hoped.

But the next auction item proved her wrong.

The sculpture of a werewolf whistling at the moon was brought onto the stage.

It was breathtaking–carved from silver–grained maple wood, its surface naturally streaked with silver veins, reflecting light like ripples in a moonlit lake.

Nora’s chest tightened. *This is it.*

Her grandmother would love it.

The bidding began, and she immediately raised her paddle.

Linda’s head turned. Her eyes met Nora’s, and something sharp flickered in them.

Then, without hesitation, Linda raised her card.

in

heart sank. “So she is doing this

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escalating bids with

a deep breath and raised her paddle

tension in the room grew thick as the numbers climbed higher and higher.

the room. He studied her

nod with a slight smile.

If she wanted it enough, he would let

bid reached eighteen

Nora hesitated.

If Linda went any

was about to breathe, Linda’s voice rang

“Twenty million dollars.”

murmur ran through the audience.

you,” she muttered. “She doesn’t even want it–she just wants to

her

had prepared for

million dollars,” she said

hush fell over the room.

turned to Arnold, whispering something

her voice

expression neutral, but her stomach twisted. She had expected Linda to push, but not this aggressively. She glanced at Clara, whose brows were furrowed

Clara whispered. “And Arnold is happy to fund

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Nora in her place. But this wasn’t just about pride. The sculpture was the perfect gift for her grandmother. If she lost it, she wouldn’t have another chance.

a slow breath, she raised her

rippled through the room. The stakes were

lips curled upward, as if pleased with the challenge. “Thirty million.”

in her ears. She was reaching her limit. She had set a budget, but if she let this

arm. “Are you

tightened. “Yes.”

paddle. “Thirty–two

voice echoed through the hall. “Thirty–two

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