Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 44

Chapter 44:

“Fifty million!” The auctioneer’s voice rang out. “Mr. Eric Watson has placed a bid of fifty million for the necklace. Is there anyone here willing to outbid him?”

The auctioneer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves, for this necklace is not just a piece of jewelry — it’s a legend. Crafted by a master jeweler over years, it boasts the finest diamonds and the rarest gemstones, a testament to unparalleled artistry. Its history is rich, having adorned royalty at some of the most significant events, symbolizing an era of regal power and timeless grace.”

The crowd hung on every word, eyes glowing with desire. A woman gasped, unable to contain herself. “This is unreal! Imagine owning such a treasure—what a dream!” Another woman breathed in sharply, her gaze locked on the necklace. “It’s captivating. How extraordinary it would feel to wear it, to have it draped around my neck.”

“Sloane is lucky to have Eric. A future filled with unimaginable wealth and luxury awaits her.”

As murmurs of admiration and jealousy filled the air, Sloane smiled, her chin lifted high. Every move she made to win Eric, every calculated effort to make him her fiancé, had been for this very moment—a moment that fed her vanity like nothing else could. Her eyes were already dancing with anticipation, planning how she would claim the spotlight once the necklace was hers.

The auctioneer continued calling out bids.

twice! Fifty million, going thrice…” Just as the auctioneer’s gavel was about to strike,

“Two hundred million.”

tense silence hung over the hall, every eye turning to Henrik’s

crimson with rage as her glare burned a hole in the box. Eric’s expression hardened, a dark

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if his bold move was nothing more

regained his composure. “Two hundred million! A bid of

twisted into a sneer, his hand shooting up to raise his paddle. “Two hundred and fifty

unruffled, raised his paddle once more.

the crowd as eyes darted between Eric and the mysterious bidder in Box 1, whispers buzzing in the air. Eric’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening further. He took a deep breath, forcing a veneer of calm, before speaking. “My friend, such a direct challenge seems inappropriate for an event

of defiance, he upped his

Eric, he raised his paddle

hundred million! A bid of five hundred million

to all that the person in Box 1 was not just wealthy—they were intent on taking Eric down, and the tension between the