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Early in the morning, heard laughter coming from downstairs.
Julle was playfully teasing Fabian with a biscuit, holding it just near his mouth but pulling it away before he could take a bite.
Their laughter filled the air, and only when they noticed me standing behind them did the
playful exchange stop.
Fabian cleared his throat. “You’re awake. Come have breakfast.”
I silently sot across from them
Julie pouted, clearly imitated by my interruption
“Bring a cake for Julle on your way home,” Fabian commanded as if giving orders.
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My hand froze for a moment. “I’m busy,” I replied.
The sound of the spoon clinking against the bowl echoed through the room.
I didn’t look at Fabian’s expression. I hastily finished my milk, grabbed my bag, and left.
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There were many items to auction today, and I was backstage, rehearsing my script, when I
overheard a commotion outside.
“Mr. Lyon really dotes on his little sweetheart.”
“Isn’t he married? This is cheating, isn’t it?”
“You don’t know, their marriage is just a business alliance. His real love is with his little
sweetheart. If only she had a better background than that woman…”
“Yeah, that woman broke them up. She doesn’t dare to show her face now.”
I lowered my head as I listened to the whispers.
I was the one who ruined Fabian and Julie’s so–called great love.
I couldn’t help but let out a self–deprecating laugh as I dialed my dad’s number.
“Dad, I can’t take it anymore.”
For some reason, my voice caught in my throat.
There was a long silence on the other end. “Then come home.”
“Okay.”
After hanging up, I pulled myself together and stepped onto the auction stage, spotting
Fabian in the crowd.
He was sitting with Julie, who was leaning against him, both looking utterly in love.
A man of Fabian’s stature usually auctioned through phone bids.
But because Julie liked to show off, he made appearances at auctions with her, flaunting his
wealth on her behalf.
day.
“Let’s get started,” a colleague whispered to me.
I took a deep breath, put on a professional smile, and began introducing the first item of the
It was a precious diamond bracelet, starting bid one and a half million dollars.
I faintly heard Julie’s voice. “Fabian, I love it.”
Before I could react, Fabian raised his hand. “Five million dollars.”
A ripple of surprise ran through the room.
I hesitated for a moment and then began the countdown.
No one else bid, and the bracelet was sold to Fabian.
As he had done before, Fabian placed the bracelet on Julie’s wrist, lifting her hand high as if
he had won a battle.
I felt numb.
Fabian would soon receive the divorce papers.
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The next moment, Fabian slowly lowered Julie’s hand, sat down, and took out his phone. The
smile that had been on his face slowly faded.
I composed myself and began presenting the next item, only to be interrupted by Fabian’s
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voice. “Palma, are you really going to divorce me?”
The room fell silent instantly.
People started whispering, and Julie’s smile quickly faded.
This was the first time Fabian had publicly acknowledged me.
I smiled softly, my tone calm. “Mr. Lyon, please don’t interrupt my work.”
With that, I continued my presentation.
The crowd had lost interest in the auction, their eyes darting between me and Fabian.
For every item I introduced, Fabian bid five times the starting price, creating a stir in the
audience.
Julie’s face darkened even further with each bid.
Finally, we reached the last item: a diamond brooch.
The bid started at one million dollars, and Fabian bid 10 million dollars, sealing the deal.
He walked up to the stage, picked up the brooch, and pinned it to my collar.
“Palma, stop pretending. You just wanted me to publicly acknowledge you. Now you’ve
succeeded.”
He patted my shoulder before turning to leave.
Julie’s cold, venomous glare was fixed on me as she hurried after Fabian.
