The pendant wasn't valuable—it was made of the lowest-quality emerald, coarse and rough like marble. But Daphne knew its significance was priceless. It was a gift from her beloved grandmother, who had spent a year collecting empty water bottles to exchange for money. It was her congratulatory gift when Daphne was accepted into university. Her grandmother didn't know much about emeralds and was deceived by a street vendor. Until the day she passed away, she never realized the pendant wasn't even worth much.

Wilson, of course, understood the pendant's meaning. He knew everything about her past. So, this was what he meant by teaching her a lesson? How cruel.

When she moved out of the Farrell residence, she carefully packed the pendant in a brouss box and took it with her. How did it end up on the auction block now? She couldn't figure it out. For a moment, she almost stood up and rushed onto the stage.

Most of the personal items contributed by other A-list celebrities were high-end jewelry or couture pieces—items valuable in themselves, even without the fame of their owners. In contrast, this pendant, among the collection of luxury goods, seemed entirely out of place. If not for the celebrity connection, it would have been laughably worthless—an almost shameless attempt to cash in.

Some guests whispered among themselves, "No wonder she's from the countryside. She must be desperate, auctioning off a piece of junk like that. Does she really think her name alone is worth millions? She must be full of herself."

Wilson had deliberately chosen to auction this cheap pendant under Dr. Daphne's name, clearly aiming to humiliate her and tarnish her reputation. Daphne didn't care about the ridicule or whispers. All she wanted was to reclaim her grandmother's keepsake. However, since she hadn't planned to participate in the auction, she wasn't eligible to bid. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly helpless and panicked.

While she racked her brain for a solution, a man's voice rang out from the west side of the venue. "A hundred thousand dollars." The voice belonged to a stranger. Daphne didn't recognize him, nor did she understand why anyone would bid on something like this when it could have easily gone unsold. Her anxiety only grew, fearing the auction would conclude after the final countdown.

"A hundred thousand dollars." Another bid. This time, the voice was unmistakable—it was Sebastian Turner. Relief washed over Daphne as she turned around to look for him. Without her phone, she had no way to communicate with Sebastian in real time and no way to tell him how much this pendant meant to her or that she would repay every cent he spent to secure it.

As the bids went back and forth, Daphne's heart remained suspended in her chest.

"One hundred thousand dollars." "Nine hundred thousand dollars."

Finally, Sebastian placed the winning bid, securing the emerald pendant for an astonishing one million dollars—despite its actual value being less than two hundred dollars. Behind her, more whispers started. "What's going on with the Turners? Spending a million on junk like that? Maybe the rumors are true."

At last, Daphne's heart settled.

Changes Made:

• Punctuation: Corrected inconsistent hyphenation (e.g., high-end), added missing commas and periods, improved sentence structure for better flow.
• Spelling: Corrected spelling errors ("brouss" to brouss [assuming this is a specific type of box], "fall" to "full," "tamish" to "tarnish," "Dapline" to "Daphne," "plared" to "placed," "light" to "one").
• Grammar: Improved sentence structure and word choice for clarity and conciseness. Removed unnecessary repetition.
• Word Choice: Replaced vague or awkward phrasing with more precise language.

The story is now much clearer and more easily readable. I've left "brouss" as is, assuming it's a proper noun or a specific type of box; if it's a misspelling, please correct it.