Another troublemaker? Gwenda remained unmoved, refusing to speak to Justina. Justina, perceiving Gwenda's silence as sullenness, smiled smugly. "I heard Mr. Morel kept leaving on business trips when he was with you. Look at him now, doting on Gretchen! He won't leave her side. And he said he's buying her the 'Heart of the Ocean.' I doubt you've ever been treated so well."

"You" Hattie started, ready to confront Justina.

Gwenda intervened, raising an eyebrow and giving Justina a look of disdain. A mocking smile played on her lips. "I've never seen anyone treat rubbish as treasure before," she said. "Gretchen does it, and so do you. It's quite enlightening."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Exactly that," Gwenda replied.

"I think you're just being a sour grape," Justina retorted, unwilling to concede defeat.

Gwenda snorted and shrugged. "Say what you like. I wish you three the utmost happiness."

"You" Justina sputtered, speechless with anger but unable to vent it, much to her frustration. Gwenda rolled her eyes and turned to Cecilia, pointedly ignoring Justina.

Seeing this, Justina clenched her teeth and stormed off.

"She's crazy!" Hattie muttered, watching Justina go.

Gwenda smiled. "People like her are like that. The more you react, the more zealous she becomes."

"Now I know how much you've suffered," Hattie said sympathetically. Any good-tempered person would eventually be annoyed by constant attacks like Justina's.

"It's fine. I'm used to it," Gwenda said, offering a faint smile.

By this time, all the attendees had received their bidder cards, and the auctioneer announced the start of the auction. The first item was a blue-and-white porcelain vase, which Gwenda showed no interest in, observing the other bidders instead.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the banquet hall, Olivier watched the proceedings below. His dark eyes gleamed with interest. "Boss," Otto said, "the 'Heart of the Ocean' has a base price of one million dollars."

"Good," Olivier replied, nodding. "Make the arrangements."

"Yes, sir." Otto turned to carry out the instructions.

Olivier took a sip of red wine and finally noticed Gwenda's silhouette. A smile slowly spread across his face.

Below, Gwenda felt a strong sense of being watched. She looked around uneasily but couldn't identify the source. She frowned.

"Gwenda, what's wrong?" Cecilia asked, noticing her distress.

Gwenda shook her head. "Nothing. I just feel like someone's watching me Maybe I'm overthinking."

As she spoke, she noticed a familiar figure in her peripheral vision. Mr. Roux? Why was he here? She subconsciously looked for Olivier, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Then, a text notification appeared on Gwenda's phone. It was from Olivier: "Looking for me?"

Gwenda's heart skipped a beat. She looked around again but saw nothing. Confused, she texted back: "You're here too? Where are you?"

Olivier replied: "Say you miss me, and I'll appear."

Gwenda blushed. "Forget it!"