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    Noah ignored her, his eyes softening as he looked at Sadie. “If you like it, we should get it.”


    A wave of warmth flooded Sadie, her heart fluttering with gratitude.


    Noah was clearly supporting her.


    Vivi’s expression darkened, her hands balling into fists, nails digging into her palms.


    “Two million one hundred thousand!” she spat, teeth clenched.


    Noah regarded her with cool detachment. “Two million five hundred thousand.”


    Vivi gasped, unprepared for his unwavering determination. Her eyes shot daggers at Sadie, brimming with poisonous jealousy.


    What made Sadie so special?


    “Two million six hundred thousand!” Vivi yelled, bordering on hysteria.


    “Three million,” Noah replied, his tone as calm as ever.


    A hush descended upon the hall.


    Three million far exceeded the item’s true value.


    Vivi’splexion nched; she was outmatched.


    Dejected, she slumped in defeat as Noah clinched the auction at three million.


    The auctioneer’s gavel sounded, finalizing the purchase.


    Noah turned to Sadie, his smile gentle. “How do you like it?”


    Tears shimmered in Sadie’s eyes as she nodded emphatically. “I love it.”


    Noah carefully put the string of beads on her wrist, his touch tender. “It suits you perfectly.”


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    Vivi observed the tender scene, her jealousy boiling over.


    With a harsh scrape of her chair, she stood and stormed out of the banquet hall.


    Noah’s phone vibrated, shattering the quiet of the room.


    He nced at the caller ID, his eyebrows knitting together.


    Leaning toward Sadie, he murmured, “I need to take this call.” Stepping away, he answered with a firm voice.


    Watching him move away, Sadie felt a stir of unease.


    She gripped the bead string, her fingertips turning cold.


    “What is it?” Noah’s tone was terse,ced with impatience.


    The voice on the other end sounded rushed, reporting something urgent.


    Noah’s face hardened as he listened.


    “I understand,” he responded coolly, “I’ll be there shortly.” After hanging up, Noah turned back to Sadie.


    “There’s an urgent issue at thepany,” he exined. “I have to leave.”


    Sadie paused momentarily before nodding. “It’ste. Be careful on the road,” she said, her voice carrying a trace of concern.


    Noah looked at her intently, his expressionplex.


    He lightly ruffled her hair, his voice softening. “Wait for me.” With that, he swiftly exited the banquet hall.


    Sadie watched him go, her emotions tangled.


    Once Noah had left, her thoughts drifted back to the bead string.


    Eager to uncover its origins and possibly find clues about her mother, she approached a staff member. “Excuse me, could you tell me who consigned this bead string for auction?”


    Initially indifferent, the staff member’s demeanor changed to one of respect when he noticed the bead string on Sadie’s wrist, implying her significant rtionship with Noah.


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