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.

is doing this on purpose.”

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with

breath and

as the numbers climbed higher and higher.

from across the room. He studied her for a moment before offering a

nod.

with a slight smile.

wasn’t personal for him. If she wanted it enough, he would let it go.

the bid reached

Sarah hesitated.

Linda went any higher, she would have to let it go.

to breathe, Linda’s voice rang through

“Twenty million dollars.”

murmur ran through

doesn’t even want it–she just wants to

her

prepared

she

hush fell over

smirked, crossing her legs with a slow, deliberate motion. She turned to Arnold, whispering something in his ear. He didn’t

her voice

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

her,” Clara whispered. “And Arnold is happy to fund it.”

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in her place. But this wasn’t just about pride. The sculpture

slow breath, she raised her paddle.

few gasps rippled through the room. The

upward, as if pleased with the

limit. She had set

her arm. “Are

jaw tightened.

her paddle. “Thirty–two

the hall. “Thirty–two million!

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