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    Ynda’s face went pale with the sharp sting of embarrassment, her eyes glistening with tears she refused to let fall. Still, she forced a smile.


    “See? She doesn’t appreciate a thing. Why even bother being nice to her?” Katie trembled with fury, itching to charge at Christina and start a scene.


    “It’s alright. I can take it,” Ynda murmured, sticking to her gentle and understanding persona. “Maybe Christina still holds a grudge against us, but she’lle around eventually.”


    Brendon’s frustration grew heavier by the second. Christina had not only snatched the painting he had been desperate to win, but she was also acting superior,pletely denying them an ounce of respect. His fists clenched at his sides as he stared at her retreating back, anger rising in his throat.


    But just as he opened his mouth to say something, the auction house manager stepped in. “Please return to your seats. The auction will resume shortly. If you cause another disturbance, we won’t be so lenient next time.”


    Brendon had no choice. Swallowing his pride, he led Katie and Ynda back to their seats.


    With that briefmotion behind them, the auction moved forward.


    After securing the painting, Christina found nothing else particrly interesting. She remained seated, hoping something suitable for Davina might pop up. She wanted to buy Davina a gift.


    Eventually, the auction drew to a close.


    Just as Christina rose to leave, a mockingugh rang out behind her.


    “The junk you overpaid for isn’t worth a dime. You’ve got ‘sucker’ written all over you,” Moss sneered.<fn7b05> The source of th?s content is f?ndnovel</fn7b05>


    He had nned to unt his newly acquired stamp set and mock her for being too broke topete. But the realization hit him like a p—Christina had yed him. She hadn’t been unable to bid—she’d deliberately driven the price up, luring him into a trap. That stamp collection never needed to hit eighty million. The only reason it had soared so high was because she’d kept raising the stakes.


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    Moss was livid. Christina had cost him a fortune, and he wasn’t going to let it go. So, once the auction ended, he tracked her down—burning tosh out.


    Christina offered a faint smile. “Oh, really? Compared to your stamp collection, the two pieces I won are far more valuable.”


    Herposed tone only fanned the mes of Moss’s fury. He snapped back, his voice brimming with indignation, “They’re worthless pieces of trash!”


    “Let me give you a little tip. You know the painting Feathers of the Divine? A top-tier billionaire happens to be quite fond of it.” Christina’s lips curled into a sly smile. “You should know that trading something a billionaire loves can bring benefits far beyond imagination. Just this one painting could get me resources you couldn’t even dream of—well beyond the price I paid.”


    She paused for effect, then delivered her next words with a razor-sharp smile. “As for those stamps you bought? I can guarantee they’ll nevere close to the price you shelled out. Either you offload them for peanuts, or they’ll rot away in your hands.”


    Moss’s smug expression crumbled. His face turned a deep shade of red, burning with humiliation and rage. “You damn wench!” he roared, suddenly swinging his right hand, aiming to p her.


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