The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 827:

Bruce’s brows lifted slightly. The question itself was expected, but seeing Jacob up close sent an eerie sense of familiarity through him. He had seen this man somewhere before—he was certain of it. But Jacob’s unassuming features made the memory elusive, slipping through his grasp like grains of sand.

Shaking off the thought, Bruce reached into his pocket and retrieved a card. “By card,” he said, his voice even.

Jacob produced a POS machine, already prepared in advance, and handed it over.

Bruce completed the transaction with a swift motion, and the moment the payment was confirmed, Jacob gave a subtle nod. The men behind him stepped forward, carefully presenting the jewelry set that had been won at auction.

Just as everything seemed settled, the venue was plunged into darkness.

A hushed murmur rippled through the audience, startled by the sudden dimming of lights. Then, as if on cue, the auctioneer strode onto the stage, a practiced smile gracing his face. “Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the representative of the charity auction’s organizing committee to deliver a speech!”

loud yet

interest—this was a formality,

is she there?” A voice from the crowd cut through the

turned sharply toward the

forward with unshaken poise, was

was a vision of elegance draped in a white silk gown that skimmed over her figure with effortless

allure, but her presence was not warm—it was distant, untouchable, like an ethereal beauty meant only to be admired

her features, making the striking depths of her eyes all

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as she reached the center of the stage. Taking the microphone from the auctioneer, she addressed the room in an even, measured tone. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for gracing us with your presence this evening. I

gaze lifting toward a specific private box—where Bruce and Leah

Bruce felt his entire body freeze. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, the cold sinking