The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 613

From the way things stood, even twenty million wouldn't cut it.

Thirty million probably wouldn't be enough, either.

This painting was, by far, the most expensive piece Stella had ever sold—she'd gotten about two hundred thousand for it back then.

But she never imagined it would someday be worth this much.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Stella's face.

If it were any other painting, she wouldn't give it a second thought. There was no

way she'd spend this much money just to buy back her own work.

But this painting was different from the rest.

The subject on the canvas was herself.

The idea that her own portrait was being admired and collected by strangers left her feeling a little unsettled.

That's why she wanted it back.

Stella gritted her teeth. "Let's raise it to fifty million, then."

Fifty million was no trifling sum.

Even some masterworks by renowned artists only fetched that much at auction.

Antoney said, "Go ahead and bid. I still have some savings set aside. Another fifty million won't be a problem."

the years, Antoney's independent career had flourished, and he'd managed to amass a tidy fortune-even if he

branching out on his own, starting his own studio, building a team, and putting on concerts had cost

had just over fifty million left in his

chimed in, "Between the two of you, that's a

buy this painting back, spending a hundred million on it is just... too

portrait. Letting someone else buy it just feels wrong. If

said quietly, “Let's just see

the bidding for Stella's painting

a turning point; the number of bidders

finally breathed a

million, she should be able to

artists hope their works fetch

was almost hoping it would go

a reassuring nod, then raised her paddle.

increase-enough to discourage any

enough, after Abby's bid, almost no one

and whispered, "Star, looks like

already a crazy price. I doubt anyone

her, painting had always been a way to relax,

she'd barely picked up a brush

up-to-date on

world anymore.

certainly never dreamed her work would fetch

auctioneer, seeing that no one else was bidding, began the final

million. Any

million, going once..

thirty-five million, going twivel.ne

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