Chapter 267: Winning a Lady's Smile Through Extravagant Means
The atmosphere in the room transformed instantly. The black gold card commanded attention, its intricate patterns interwoven with a perfect circle of flawless diamonds—a symbol of unmatched authority and influence. The man presented the tray to Zayn with ceremonial precision. Zayn accepted it, his throat constricting with nervous anticipation.
Throughout his extensive career at the auction house, the revelation of a black gold cardholder's identity remained an exceptionally rare occurrence. He discreetly dabbed at the perspiration gathering on his brow. “Would anyone care to challenge the black gold cardholder’s offer?” His words echoed through the hushed hall.
A heavy silence descended upon the gathering. While top-tier members represented the highest echelon at Forreal, black gold cardholders—the supreme members—inhabited a realm entirely their own. These supreme members possessed the unique privilege of doubling any bid indefinitely, unrestricted by conventional limits.
The red-haired woman’s expression tightened imperceptibly as she adjusted her earpiece, engaged in what appeared to be an intense consultation with unseen advisors. Jacob also discussed the shocking development with Vivienne. “Miss Hayes, a supreme member has entered the fray.”
Vivienne steadied her internal turbulence, turning her attention to Derek. Her mind drifted to the painting she had seen at Margot’s place. Though she had harbored suspicions upon viewing that renowned painting, the revelation of Derek’s status as a supreme member sent waves of astonishment coursing through her. Yes, he was the owner of that black gold card.
She lifted her coffee cup, using the gesture to compose herself. “You’re a supreme member?”
“As the heiress of the Sinclair family’s chosen one, how could I allow you to lose face?”
Derek’s eyes softened with affection as his lips curved into a tender smile. A gentle laugh escaped Vivienne’s lips as she pondered the serendipity of finding such a perfectly matched companion. Derek’s eyebrow arched playfully. “Allow me to handle what follows.”
Vivienne lifted her chin with quiet confidence. “I’m quite capable of managing this myself.” Without a supreme member’s intervention, she could still compete effectively. Forreal’s auction rules dictated specific fund limits for each membership tier—top-tier members commanded pools of up to 50 billion. Exceeding these limits resulted in automatic disqualification, as it indicated insufficient payment capacity. Supreme members, however, operated without such constraints, possessing the unique ability to continuously replenish their funds.
“I wish to experience the joy of winning a lady’s smile through extravagant means,” Derek murmured, his gaze filled with tenderness. “Miss Hayes, might you grant me that privilege?”
Vivienne held his gaze before finally allowing a smile to grace her features. “Miss Hayes?” Jacob prompted through the earpiece, awaiting direction. “I hear you,” Vivienne responded, her voice regaining its characteristic coolness. After a measured glance at Derek, she declared, “Given the supreme member’s involvement, we shall withdraw from the bidding.”
“A prudent decision,” Jacob concurred, though resignation tinged his words. “We cannot hope to compete against a supreme member.”
In another VIP room, malice flickered in the blond man’s eyes. The sudden appearance of a supreme member at this crucial juncture had blindsided him. Sensing the oppressive aura emanating from his boss, the crew-cut man drew a careful breath. After a moment’s hesitation, he ventured cautiously, “Sir, Samira asked if we should proceed with the bidding.”