New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 292 Two hundred million

As the ballroom doors swung open, Claire and Adrian walked in together, side by side. The grand auction hall was filled with crystal chandeliers, rich velvet curtains, and the quiet hum of murmured conversations. Businessmen and socialites alike mingled and sipped

champagne, waiting for the night's main event.

Claire scanned the room, her eyes briefly catching the sight of Alexander, standing near a group of men in suits. He was effortlessly charming, as usual, talking business with a few older businessmen who seemed eager to hear every word.

They found their seats in the beautifully decorated auction room, settling in just as Alexander entered too, but, of course, he was instantly sidetracked. A couple of businessmen snagged him before he could sit down, launching into a dry conversation about mergers and investments. Typical Alexander, never missing a chance to talk business.

Claire sighed and leaned back in her chair, scanning the room. "I wonder how many people are here just to show off," she muttered, raising her eyebrows at a woman whose diamond necklace looked big enough to have its own zip code. Adrian chuckled softly, "Probably most of them. You doing, okay?"

Claire flashed him a bright smile. "I'm fine, really. Alexander doesn't bother me. Not anymore. Tonight's about jewels, not drama."

Adrian gave her a knowing look but didn't push the subject. He knew better than to dig too deep when Claire insisted, she was okay. He also knew Claire well enough to see through her.

Ten minutes later, the host grabbed the microphone and tapped it to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. The auction will begin shortly."

Claire straightened up, and so did Adrian. The room buzzed with excitement as people began to settle into their spots. Claire's gaze wandered to the table next to theirs, where Alexander had just sat down, looking perfectly at ease as if he owned the place. "Of course, he's sitting right next to us," Claire muttered under her breath.

The auction began with Mr. Saint Laurent, Adrian's grandfather, stepping up to give a short welcoming speech. He was a stately man, oozing with old-world charm. He thanked everyone for attending and gave a brief history of the jewelry they were about to auction off, proudly boasting how the Saint Laurent family had a legacy that stretched back for generations.

"Thank you all for coming," Mr. Saint Laurent said in his deep voice. "This evening, we will showcase some of the finest and rarest pieces from our collection, including the renowned Rose Necklace, which has been in the family for over a century."

"Let's start the auction, shall we?" The crowd buzzed with excitement. "Our first item," the host continued, "is the Rose Necklace. Starting bid: one million dollars."

A few hands shot up around the room, the bids climbing quickly. Two million. Three million. Claire watched with mild interest but didn't raise her paddle. That necklace wasn't her style.

After a few more pieces came and went, a stunning necklace caught Claire's eye. The starting bid for this one was three million dollars. Without hesitation, she raised her paddle. "Five million," she said confidently.

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Going all in?"

Claire smirked. "It's beautiful. Worth every cent."

wasn't backing down. When the gavel finally came down,

good taste," Adrian

Claire replied

piece of the night. This necklace

the bidding for this extremely rare piece will start at twenty

The crowd gasped.

"Twenty-two million,"

"Twenty-five,"

"Thirty!"

widened, and she whipped her head around to see who had bid thirty million dollars. Her stomach sank, and her expression turned

Gretta.

to see tonight. Claire had no idea how that woman had even gotten an invitation to this auction, but there she was, sitting with her head held

if feeling Claire's icy glare, Gretta turned her head, meeting Claire's eyes. She smirked, a smug little twist of her lips that made Claire's blood

her seat and casually raised

the audience, but Claire barely noticed. Her eyes were locked on Gretta, who

fired back, her tone strained but trying to

wasn't about to

collectively held

smirk wavered.

second, Claire

at her husband's empty chair, and hesitated. The reality hit her she didn't have that kind

victory

the

already taste her

"Going twice..."

nowhere, a voice cut through the

disbelief. That voice-it was

even bother to turn around. Instead, she just rolled her eyes so

have to show up at the worst possible moment? Without thinking, Claire raised her

why they were