Chapter 91

Chapter 91

“That’s Dalton,” Clara whispered to Sarah. “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.”

Sarah 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. Then twenty.

The room fell silent.

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

The green diamond bracelet was Linda’s.

Sarah 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.

Sarah’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 Sarah’s, and something sharp flickered in them.

Then, without hesitation, Linda raised her card.

The price doubled in an instant.

So she is

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the escalating bids with mild amusement, joined in.

and raised

as

across the room. He studied her

nod.

nod with a slight

personal for him. If she wanted

reached eighteen million

Sarah hesitated.

twenty million. If Linda went any higher, she would have to let

breathe, Linda’s voice rang through the

“Twenty million dollars.”

murmur ran through

tensed beside her. “She’s pushing you,” she muttered. “She doesn’t even want it–she just wants to make you

her

prepared for

dollars,” she

hush fell over

turned to Arnold, whispering something in his ear. He didn’t even blink before nodding.

her voice smooth

expected Linda to push, but not this aggressively. She glanced

her,” Clara whispered. “And Arnold is happy

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another way to assert dominance, another opportunity to put Sarah in her place. But this wasn’t just about pride. The sculpture was the perfect gift for

breath, she raised her

gasps rippled through the room. The

lips curled upward, as if pleased with the

had set a budget, but if she let this go, she would

arm. “Are

jaw tightened.

paddle. “Thirty–two

through the hall. “Thirty–two million! Do I hear

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