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    “Or maybe…” he mused, his grin widening, “we’re just wired the same way.” Terrence’s eyes narrowed. Since Christina was this sharp, there had to be more to her than met the eye.


    “Christina…” Terrence suddenly dropped his legs down, leaning forward with his elbows resting loosely on his thighs. His dark blue eyes gleamed as he muttered under his breath, “I’m dying to know what secrets you’re keeping.”


    In another private room, Ralphy instinctively leaned toward Dn and lowered his voice to a hush. “Looks like she’s noticed us.”


    Even though the room was soundproofed to perfection, Christina’s stare had unnerved Ralphy so badly that he didn’t even dare raise his voice. Even his breathing grew shallow. He couldn’t shake off his concerns that Christina might somehow know he was here.


    Dn knew full well that Christina couldn’t see through the tinted ss inside the room. Still, he averted his eyes, his heart skipping a beat.


    “You said you’d see Christina at the auction today, but now you’re too flustered to even look her in the eye through the one-way ss,” Ralphy teased, a sly grin tugging at his lips.<fne731> The source of th?s content is F?ndNovel</fne731>


    Dn’s expression remained stone-cold and indifferent as he muttered, “You’re the fine one to talk. Why bother dropping your voice, knowing this room is soundproof?”


    “I’ll shut it.” Ralphy mimicked zipping his lips. He wasn’t foolish enough to joke around any further. Earlier, when Christina had nced over, even through the tinted ss, her stare had been so intense that it felt as though she could see right through the one-way ss and spot them inside the room. That had prompted his subconsciously hushed voice.


    Dn said nothing, shooting him a frosty re.


    Ralphy let out a dry chuckle and then pressed his lips together to stay quiet.


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    “Christina, what are you looking at?” Davina asked, her voice curious as she followed Christina’s gaze.


    Christina could still feel someone watching her from above, but she turned her head calmly, brushing it off. “Nothing,” she replied smoothly, her gaze shifting back to the stage with practiced ease.


    Before long, the auction officially began.


    The piece Christina had her eye on was the painting Feathers of the Divine, but she was open to bidding on anything else that piqued her interest along the way. So far, though, nothing had caught her attention.


    A subtle smile danced on Christina’s lips. Before the painting came up for bidding, she intended to set a trap for those trying to undermine her, just to ensure they wouldn’t cause trouble when she finally bid on her desired item.


    The auctioneer announced, “Next up for auction is a rare set of stamps—one of only three such sets in existence. The starting bid is five million. Let the bidding begin…”


    Christina figured the stamp set wouldn’t go for more than fifty million at the highest. Unless someone was an obsessive collector, most wouldn’t splurge fifty million on a set of stamps.


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