The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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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!”

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their lack of interest—this was a formality, a segment they endured

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turned sharply toward

forward with unshaken poise,

elegance draped in a white silk gown that skimmed over her figure with effortless grace. With every

exuded an air of refined allure, but her presence was not warm—it was distant, untouchable, like an ethereal beauty meant only to

golden glow on her features, making the striking depths of her eyes

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the auctioneer, she addressed the room in an even, measured tone. “Ladies and

briefly, her gaze lifting toward a

bucket of ice water