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Patrick cast his eyes upon Gwendolyn and replied, “Of course. She's worth it.”

However, Gwendolyn was in the dark about Patrick's intention and could not help but give stink eyes, as she presumed the necklace was for Felicia. What has she done to deserve a handsome boyfriend who just bought her an unreasonably expensive necklace? It's not fair. A wicked woman like her should end up as a spinster.

Little did she know that three men were staring at her bitter face at that moment.

Lucas found it amusing, and Kevin was rendered speechless. They were well aware that Gwendolyn was not an ordinary woman they could mess with, but they did not understand why Patrick would fall head over heels for her.

Soon, the crowd left when the auction was over, and the assistants of the three men went to pay and collect the items their bosses had bid.

Standing up, Gwendolyn looked at the three men. “Mr. Lowen, shall we go back now?”

As a matter of fact, the three-hour-long auction was lengthy and tedious for Gwendolyn when she had to listen to the background and characteristics of every single lot.

Perhaps this is how rich people spend their time. They like to dabble in antiques with stories. Anyway, it's time for me to go back to see my kids. After such a long day, I miss them so badly.

watch and stated, “Let's go for dinner

glanced at his watch and stated, “Let's go for dinner before

his words despite her urge to go

ground floor, they bumped into a woman who was the proprietor of

greeted the

Lucia Larson. She dressed in quaint clothing, looking

are

him, but he had no feelings for her and would avoid her as much as he could.

heard you'll be engaged. That is such a shame for me. Do tell me when you're divorced, though. I'll always be here

Lucia's words, Gwendolyn

seems to have admirers everywhere. However, I know one thing for sure—this lady is far better than Felicia. Not only is she beautiful, but she also owns a well-known antique shop. Judging from the pomp of the auction just now,

a playful smirk and flirtatious winks. “Ms. Larson, take a