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Chapter 137 Honey, I Don't Want It Anymor

Chapter 137 Honey, I Don't Want It Anymore

Ashley's gaze dropped to the hands I was holding with Carter. Perhaps he was caught off guard, questioning how Zory-the woman who once worshiped him with an almost obsessive love-could have let him go so quickly, without a second thought. Men are creatures of pride. The more you dote on them, the less they seem to appreciate it.

But when you stop paying attention, they suddenly become desperate to win you back.

His eyes traveled from my hand to my face, as if searching for any sign of pretense.

If Zoey had been here, she might have lost her cool.

But now, the soul inhabiting this body was mine, and I didn't know him. There was no need to react.

Carter, always indifferent, wasn't the type to strike up a conversation. Even sitting down, his presence alone commanded respect, making Sadie hesitant to stir up any trouble.

After all, Bill had wanted Sadie to marry into the family Anyone he thought was a suitable match was bound to be impressive, except for one flaw-Carter's disability.

Sadie, being as shallow as ever, had never even met Carter. As soon as she heard about his disability, she pushed Zoey to the forefront, believing the chance was hers.

But now, seeing Carter's face and feeling the undeniable power he radiated, it was obvious: even seated, his status was far beyond hers.

Sadie felt uncomfortable, but she hid it well, offering only a polite greeting,

Carter had assigned me a seat right next to Sadie. She thought it was merely a coincidence and didn't think much of it, but soon, she began having Ashley feed her fruit, perhaps to show off. Ashley instinctively glanced at me. In the past, Zoey's moods were unpredictable, often triggered by Ashley.

When Sadie provoked her, Zoey's temper would flare up, sometimes leading to angry outbursts. Zoey was known for her violent reactions when enraged-breaking things, yelling, acting recklessly. To others, she appeared unhinged, and that frightened Ashley.

Today, Sadie was playing the same old tricks, but she was far from Anna's level of skill.

I ignored them and took the fruit platter the server offered. I speared a piece of fruit with a fork and fed it

To Carter.

Whatever I offered, he ate without hesitation. Over time, we had grown more in sync.

The two women in the background faded into obscurity.

When the auction began, I glanced at Carter.

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and there was

and I knew she wouldn't hold back today, especially since her pride was on the line. I

set was introduced, I intentionally raised my

as soon as Sadie heard my bid, she raised her paddle,

also like this set.

to find someone so

competing with me for everything since we were kids. It's just a set of jewelry." Seeing me get upset, Sadie

price. The jewelry, originally priced at 5

50 million, yet Sadie gladly paid

win.

I won

be able to

all while

jewelry? There were more beautiful

bid-patience is key in fishing. If you cast all the bait at once, you won't catch anything, it's

winning this round, Sadie was feeling proud, ready to outbid me

60% percent

an hour, Sadie

with the effort to suppress a smile. It was getting harder to stay in character, but fuckily, she

the beginning; she'd already spent a

couture gowns. For families like the Gardners, multi-million dollar dresses were often rented by stars, but they owned hundreds of

most

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than 30 million, and the entire ensemble would easily be valued over 100 million at

society, mistresses, and young

be

such extravagant gowns, though. Dhe fabric was

fuss.

squeezing Carter's hand, Carter, I love

"Sure."

Sadie shot a glare at him, immediately clinging to

the competition wasn't just about a few million dollars-it was escalating to

his paddle first, but

quickly soared to 300 million, and the other bidders

far exceeded the item's worth-there was no real

continued to rise, and I watched Carter's

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