Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 211

Yvette entered the hall on Xavier's arm, wearing a pink tulle dress with a high-fashion design. She placed her hand on her stomach, casually touching it, while casting a challenging look at Yasmine. "Ms. Sanchez, it's been a while." She smiled gracefully, as if she and Yasmine were friends and the past incidents never occurred.

Yasmine glanced indifferently and didn't respond, following Morgan to sit down. Their seat was right in the center. Although the Sanchez family couldn't compare to the Russell residence, it was still beyond what Xavier could contend with.

some news.

Just as Yasmine sat down, a commotion erupted at the door as reporters rushed towards the entrance. Looking over, she saw that Yonas and Irene had walked in. These two had been the subject of many rumors lately, so naturally, the reporters were eager to scoop Yonas and Irene were also seated at the main table, directly across from Morgan and Yasmine. "Ms. Sanchez, it's been a while," Irene said with a smile. Yasmine smiled gently. "Ms. White, you seem so excited today."

"I can't help it. It's Mr. Ellis's birthday today. With all this excitement, of course I'm happy," Irene replied. What thrilled her even more was her confidence in her collection. She had selected items that were imported from overseas and was hopeful that Hunter would appreciate them. She eagerly anticipated making a good impression on Hunter and securing the land deal. Yasmine lowered her gaze and clenched her fists.

Xavier Sanchez and Yvette Gu sat at a nearby table, not able to join the main table, which was reserved for the Sanchez family members, Yonas, Irene, and Hunter. As Hunter walked over, he glanced first at Yonas and asked, "Why isn't your grandpa here?" "Mr. Ellis, my grandpa hasn't been Hunter then glanced at Irene.

at Irene been feeling well lately, so he sent me here." Yonas respectfully replied.

this the Irene girl I've heard about? She's grown into quite a young lady."

"Hello, Mr. Ellis. Wishing you a a long life and happiness as vast as the seas," she said with a playful smile.

Amid the exchange of pleasantries, the charity auction commenced. The first item up for bid was an oil painting, with a starting price of one million. Each items starting price was determined by the donor.

"This

Mr. Ivan Britt from the Celestial Cosmos Group. It beautifully captures the essence of nature and the moonlight," the auctioneer

Since all

bidders typically offer prices ten percent higher than the original value, to make a good impression on Hunter, an unspoken rule of sorts. The final prices for the

was an emerald cross pendant, with a pink emerald carved into the shape of a lotus, resting on verdant leaves. The elegance of this emerald cross pendant elevated the auction item's status, though antiques cannot be measured by their

cross pendant, is offered by Mr. Flynn and originates from the Qing

the emerald. With its

Yvette's face.

was growing more a

Hunter hadn't raised his paddle

2.3 million,

clenched his fists tightly as the item was finally claimed for 3 million. Hunter wasn't interested, and the birthday celebration turned into a complete failure. Hunter stayed quiet throughout the

wasnent Hunter.

gazed at the painting. Irene was too bold; the portrait of God bore a likeness to Hunter. Clearly, no one else would dare bid for it. Everyone could see that it was meant for Hunter specifically, and no one wanted to cross the White family or or offend the Yasmine glanced at Yonas, whose surprise mirrored her I her own. Such a a daring idea was definitely Irene's style. However, she had misplayed her strategy. Christians hold God in the highest regard, a sacred presence not to be desecrated. She carelessly altered God's likeness, which was blasphemy. And using Hunter's face no less-it was as if she had thrust him

auction began, yet there wasn't a single bid. Irene glanced anxiously towards Hunter. He was supposed to be the first to make a move, so why was

fell silent, even the faint murmurs vanished. Amid the quiet, Yasmine leaned close to whisper a

as the hostess was about to take the painting down after

let