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Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Pamella could feel her face burning from embarrassment, but before she could say another word, Izzy was already pointing to another painting.

What the hell was this woman saying? Why would she suddenly talk about Cecil? Everyone in this room knew about Cecil Weiss’s issue! What the hell was Izzy thinking!?

Izzy’s gaze remained steady as she turned slightly, lifting her champagne glass to her lips before pointing toward another painting across the room.

“And what about that one?” she asked, her tone effortlessly neutral.

Pamella hesitated for the briefest second, the previous comment still lingering in her mind. But with so many eyes on her. she couldn’t afford to falter. She took a breath, forcing herself to focus on the painting in front of her.

“This is a study in atmospheric abstraction,” she said, stepping closer. “You can see how the artist plays with muted tones and blurred edges to create a dreamlike quality. The depth here is achieved not through structure but through color gradients- see how the shades transition seamlessly? It gives the illusion of movement, almost as if the painting is breathing”

A few of the women murmured in appreciation, nodding along as if they understood.

Izzy watched Pamella with unreadable eyes before glancing at the painting again. “I see.”

Pamella kept talking, but this time, there was a slight stiffness to her posture. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was eager to move -on from the previous topic.

Just as Izzy was about to point to yet another painting, the lights in the ballroom dimmed slightly, signaling the start of the -main program. The crowd began shifting, returning to their seats or gathering closer to the stage where the auctioneer was preparing to speak.

Pamella exhaled sharply, relieved at the interruption. But before Izzy could step away, Pamella reached out and grabbed her arm, her grip firm.

“Shut the fuck up,” Pamella hissed under her breath. “Don’t do that again, or you will regret it.”

Izzy turned her head, her expression calm as she met Pamella’s glare. “Are you threatening me?”

Pamella’s grip tightened, but she didn’t say another word. Instead, she gritted her teeth before releasing Izzy’s arm abruptly and stalking off.

Izzy barely reacted, simply brushing off the spot where Pamella had grabbed her before turning toward the stage.

Pamella moved back to her seat, but she was fuming. Her fingers curled tightly around her champagne glass as she struggled to keep her expression neutral.

woman–that damn woman–had humiliated her in front of

forcing

let this go for now.

enough, Izzy would get exactly what she

seat, adjusting her dress slightly as she sat down. The dimmed lights signaled the official start of the auction, and the murmurs in the

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at the screen. Atty.

she stood up, slipping out of her chair as discreetly as possible. Liam was not seated yet us she simply left noting to find him on her way back to their seat. The room was too loud, with gets still shifting in their seats and waitstaff moving around. She needed somewhere

This part of the verse was noticeably less crowded. The soft glow of wall sconces cast elongated chaidoses

hallway stretched toward the main lobby, where the occasional guest wandered in or out. To her left, the corridor led to the restrooms and the

lifted the phone to her

before she could say anything, the call disconnected.

screen, brows furrowing. She immediately redialed, but the call didn’t go through. A second

feeling settled

to turn back toward the ballroom, intending to find Liam, when

halting her in

Meanwhile…

on your own?” Calen asked Pamella when he noticed her staring at

“Nothing,” Pamella said.

happen?” Calen asked. Earlier, he had let Pamella go with the other women while he talked to some acquaintances who were also interested in building connections

paid attention to Calen’s question, her focus lingering elsewhere. Then, as if on cue, a

toward one another, whispering behind

up,” she said, tugging at

“They’re about to start.”

Pamella murmured, already pulling

allowing her to lead him out of the ballroom and into the open corridor near the

crowd had already gathered near the entrance

a man muttered. “This is

to the man. “What’s

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