Chapter 512 Stand Behind Him

Many guests at that night's charity auction saw through Anastasia's underlying motive but chose not to mention it. "How would I know about Mr. Finch's plans?" Anastasia replied with a coy smile. She didn't mind being misunderstood.

In truth, she had extended an invitation to Jonathan, but she wasn't sure if he would attend. Nevertheless, she had dangled a tempting lure, one that she hoped would be irresistible to him.

Just then, Anastasia felt someone's gaze on her and looked up to see Rose approaching. "Ah, she's here. Good," she mused.

"Please excuse me for a moment," Anastasia said with a smile, gracefully excusing herself from the conversation and heading straight toward Rose.

Upon reaching her, Anastasia slipped her arm through Rose's in an intimate gesture.

Rose frowned. "You asked me to come, and here I am. You promised to tell me about Kelly's whereabouts. I hope you're not going back on your word."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Anastasia replied, her smile taking on a more enigmatic edge as she locked eyes with Rose.

She continued, "But now that you're here, don't you think it would be a waste to focus solely on Kelly's whereabouts?

"This charity auction is held in Grandpa's name, and he was very fond of you. Surely, you wouldn't want to see something he cherished fall into someone else's hands, would you?" Rose was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?" She scrutinized Anastasia closely.

"Is she suggesting what I think she is?" Rose thought.

Rose's reproachful gaze caused a ripple of displeasure within Anastasia. However, her smile only grew more carefree.

"It's nothing, really. I just thought that since this charity auction is in Grandpa's name, it would be fitting to include something of his to encourage guests to bid generously."

She went on, "Do you recall the suit Grandpa wore during his birthday celebration at Aquastead? I've actually brought it along with me."

fury erupted as she

to their grandfather, one that Rose had personally designed and had

a suit. Grandpa may have liked it, but it's just a piece of clothing in the end. Why are you getting so worked up?" She raised an

far more than just a piece of clothing. "How can I get it back?" she asked,

a third party, and they're part of the auction process now. I have no control over them anymore." Then, as if suddenly struck by an idea, her eyes lit up. "Oh, wait! The only way you could get it back is by participating in the auction and bidding for it yourself!" "Participate in the auction..." Rose mused. She could discern the intentional provocation in Anastasia's smirk, and her fists clenched even tighter in response. Meanwhile, Anastasia seemed rather pleased with herself for successfully inciting Rose's anger. Just then, a server happened

she

stay and bid on the suit, and..." Her lips suddenly curved

lifted her glass high and slowly tilted it. The vibrant red liquid cascaded down over Anastasia's perfectly styled hair and exquisite dress, causing her to gasp in shock. "Ah!" Her cry of shock drowned out the soft notes of the piano playing

"Isn't that Ms. Young?"

wine

would dare do such a

from the crowd. Forced to suppress her urge to retaliate, she put on a wounded expression. "Rose, how could you do this

sudden shift in demeanor wasn't the least bit surprising to her. A faint smile graced her lips as she

she gestured to the wine now dripping from Anastasia's head, "is your punishment for disrespecting his belongings. "Should you forget, even for a moment, why I'm here tonight,

had never shied away from speaking her mind

she hissed, clenching her teeth in

the crowd. The mix of sympathetic whispers and scathing remarks was nothing more than background

wasn't until she saw

a short distance away

felt from teaching Anastasia a lesson quickly faded, replaced by a feeling of being caught

Oliver's

Miles cut her off with a

affection as he said, "What

demeanor suggested that he would support her unconditionally,

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