Chapter 11

Dawson was playing for high stakes. During the silent battle between Karan and Fraya, a spica snared the baking tension. To everyone, the tecomer oran bid one hundred and fifty million for the place.

“Mr. Sutton, this price is outrageous! Mr. On would not be pleased to hear this. Besides, the necklace was for My Harwood,”

With Ronan timing the pot, Kieran only frowned and refrained from raising the bid further. Seeing Ronan step in gave Freya a sigh of relief. She leaned back, saying nothing.

In the auction hall, the auctioneer announced, “One hundred and fifty million once! Twice! Thrice! Sold!”

Preston glanced at Freya, expressionless. “I said I wanted that necklace.”

“The necklace goes to Mr. Tyler now.”

She leaned back and said, “Mr. Tyler said he wanted the necklace but didn’t say how.”

Preston glanced at Ronan from not too far away. Ronan lifted his champagne in a toast to Freya. Freya reciprocated with her glass. When seeing that, Preston's lips curled into a slight smile. “You do surprise me.” He hadn’t expected Freya to have a connection with Ronan. This woman was something.

During the intermission, Kieran saw Freya get up from her seat, and he also stood up, prompting Jarrett to ask, “Mr. Sutton, you…?” “Just need the restroom,” Kieran said, but headed in the direction Freya had gone.

Ronan was with a hostess in a corner of the L, retrieving the necklace from the vault. “Here’s your Hem,” Ronan casually tossed the necklace to Freya.

Freya cradled it like a treasure. “Thanks. I’ll get you the money later.”