A random person in the audience raised that question.


    The identity of Mrs. Finch naturally meant being Jonathan''s wife. The crowd soon looked at Anastasia with suspense, awaiting her response. Of course, she meant being Jonathan''s wife, but she couldn''t make it obvious. She grumbled yfully with a smile. "Hey, I didn''t say that." Although her words denied it, her tone added more ambiguity to her statement.


    ncing at the entrance and finding no sight of Jonathan, Anastasia was slightly relieved, continuing, "The item I''m auctioning today is a ring I received not long ago."


    Following her words, the staff moved the disy stand onto the stage. The item on the stand was covered with a silk cloth.


    When hearing that the item was a ring, Rose was taken aback and almost instinctively thought of the red diamond ring on Anastasia''s hand. With bated breath, she watched Anastasia remove the silk cloth and reveal the ring... Not only Rose, but the audience also held their breath with shock in their eyes. That diamond ring...


    "Red diamond!"


    "I can''t believe it''s a red diamond. And it''s so big!"


    "The design is full of ingenuity, and the cutting craftsmanship is absolutely perfect. More importantly, the size! It''s a scarce item!"


    "How did you get such a big red diamond cut, Ms. Young?" a curious person asked.


    Everyone knew Young''s House of Jewels was the leading yer in the industry. Still, such arge cut with a perfect red hue was a real rarity.


    The audience quickly caught the look of tenderness in Anastasia''s eyes. Suddenly, their assumption from earlier solidified. Could it really be...


    "A friend of mine gifted this to me. As for how he acquired the red diamond, I have no idea." Anastasia''s voice echoed in the venue.


    A friend of hers... Was it who they thought it was?


    "I heard that arge red diamond was discovered at the Finch Group''s overseas mine not long ago..."


    "Yes, I heard that too. Well, only Finch Group has that kind of money."


    "So, does that mean Ms. Young''s ring was Mr. Finch''s..."


    The more they connected their theories, the more they believed they were right. Anastasia and Jonathan had been friends since childhood. Even if she had been married once, what mattered more was that they genuinely loved each other. Amid the heated discussion, a person piped up. "During the Young family inheritance disputetely, Mr. Finch had seemingly helped Ms. Young."


    "Seemingly? He did. One of my coborators even received a specific order from Mr. Finch..."


    "If that''s the case, then Ms. Young and Mr. Finch..."


    By then, the audience had reckoned their theory was true. Still, Anastasia should announce the good news herself.


    Regardless, the dynamic had shifted between her and the audience. Some were even ready to treat her with the respect that only the wife of the ruler of Finch Group should receive. Although the chatter was inescapable, Rose stared nkly at the ring. How could she not recognize it? She had the same ring!


    In any case, she wasn''t the only one who recognized it as Miles was stumped to see it too. He was about to say something to her but was interrupted by the sound from the entrance.


    The noise wasn''t subtle, prompting many to look toward the door. When they saw the person who had entered, they were stunned. Wasn''t that... Jonathan?


    His hair was slightly damp, as if dripping with sweat, and his ck shirt clung tightly to his chest. His rapid breathing made him look like he had been through an intense workout.


    The first thing Jonathan did upon


    entering was to look for Rose. After scanning the room, he caught sight of her figure, but she didn''t look in


    his direction. Despite feeling


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    dejected, he was pleased enough to see her.


    Not wanting to attract more attention, Jonathan simply found an empty seat and sat down amid the concentrating gazes on him. However, those looks felt rather ambiguous.


    He frowned and crossed his arms across his chest, visibly impatient. Instantly, the crowd retracted their gazes.


    Perhaps... Jonathan disliked others discussing his private business. At that thought, they pretended like nothing had happened.


    The entire time, he spared no nce at Anastasia on stage. Although disappointed, she had a way of making him see her soon. Curling her lips into a smile, she continued her speech.


    "I hope this ring will find its rightful owner!"


    It was only then the audience realized Anastasia wanted to auction off the ring Jonathan had gifted her! If it was a present from him, why not cherish it? Why would she sell it? Everybody was baffled.


    Meanwhile, Jonathan''s expression


    darkened when he saw the ring on


    the disy stand. He radiated


    coldness and prompted the Poet


    around him to nce over


    cautiously, only to see him staring at


    the ring with a menacing gaze.


    When Anastasia descended the stage, a person raised their paddle. "100 thousand dors..." As though knowing the price was far from the actual value, their voice sounded visibly hesitant. "200 thousand."


    "300 thousand..."


    Bids came in one after another, and soon the price reached five million dors.


    "Ten million!" The powerful, resounding voice was unmistakablymanding. The crowd followed the source of the sound and saw Jonathan, who had acquired a bid paddle at some point. The auctioneer announced, "Number 36 has offered ten million dors! Do I hear more?"


    The audience was dead silent. Who would dare to bid against Jonathan?


    His expression was filled with anger, as though unwilling for anyone else to get it. Connecting the theory from earlier, the audience seemed to have found the answer to their question.


    Perhaps the couple had a fallout,


    and Anastasia was auctioning off the ring out of spite. Still, it was a bizarre scénario, seeing one was selling it while the other was buying it back with ten million dors. How extravagant!


    Just as the crowd thought the ring would be auctioned off at ten million dors, another voice rang in the venue.


    "20 million!"


    Those two simple words resembled a thunderstrike, pulling everyone''s focus to the owner of that voice. They were stunned when they saw who it was.


    "20 million, offered by the gentleman with Number 95!" the auctioneer announced.


    Wasn''t Number 95 the person who purchased Oliver''s suit at 30 million dors earlier?