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    As thoughts of revenge flooded Davina’s mind, her eyes turned cold, filled with burning hatred. What stung the most wasn’t being abandoned by her father. It was his betrayal of her mother. If it weren’t for him, her mother wouldn’t have died so early, and she wouldn’t have be a homeless child.


    Christina said nothing more. She simply patted Davina’s hand quietly, offeringfort through silence.


    Yvonne’s eyes lit up when she saw the ne. “Honey, this ne is stunning. Could you buy it for me?” she said sweetly, swaying Moss’s arm. If it weren’t for the babies blossoming inside her womb, Moss wouldn’t have spent a single cent on her.


    “Of course. I’ll win it for you,” he replied. The main part of his agreement stemmed from his desire to show off his wealth in front of Christina. He wanted her to realize that she had been blind to let him go and to regret it bitterly.


    “Thanks, sweetheart,” Yvonne said, leaning against his chest with a fake smile.


    But her eyes betrayed her true feelings—disgust. Once Moss perished, all of the Glyn family’s fortune would be hers. If not for that, she wouldn’t have endured him for a single day.


    “Wow! This emerald ne is absolutely breathtaking,” Katie breathed, her eyes shimmering with longing. She couldn’t help but imagine how splendid it would be to call that dazzling piece her own. A treasure like that deserved a ce in their family legacy—if, by some stroke of luck, they managed to win it.


    “It really is gorgeous. I just wish we had a chance to get it,” Ynda murmured, a note of wistful regret slipping into her voice. “But I’m sure plenty of people are eyeing it. We probably won’t stand a chance.”


    “Exactly. We had to save our funds for the painting. We might have to let this one go,” Katie said, her tone tinged with disappointment.


    Every penny they had was already set aside for Feathers of the Divine—the rare painting they were determined to win for the highly respected Margot. As stunning as the emerald ne was, it simply didn’tpare to the importance of that artwork. If they bid on the ne now, they’d risk losing the painting to another bidder in the blink of an eye.


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    Ynda bit her lip, visibly disheartened. Frustration simmered behind her quiet expression. She wanted both—so badly. The ne and the painting.


    “Do you want that ne?” Brendon asked quietly, his eyes soft as they settled on Ynda.


    “Brendon, let’s forget about it,” she said gently. “We should keep our funds for the painting.” Ynda didn’t give him a direct answer, and her carefully chosen words stressed her thoughtfulness.


    Moved by how considerate she was, Brendon couldn’t help but feel more resolved to secure the ne and gift it to her. “No worries. I did the math. We’ve got enough to go after the ne and the painting,” he replied, his tone full of cool confidence.


    “But…” Ynda trailed off, purposely ncing in Christina’s direction. “With so many bidders, what if something unexpected happens?”


    “There won’t be any surprises,” Brendon said firmly. He followed her gaze and shot a cutting re at Christina. “Even if she’s got her eye on the ne, she doesn’t have the funds to fight us for it. Not unless she sells that custom Bugatti she won earlier. Otherwise, she’spletely out of her depth.”


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