?Chapter 542:


    The melodious strains of a grand piano in D major filled the air.


    Baylee, dressed in a stylish gown adorned with blue and white floral patterns, her hair elegantly styled in a bun, stepped into the limelight. In Ellie’s eyes, Baylee, typicallyid-back, now exuded a refined air that outshone her. Baylee’s manner and subtle expressions remained impablyposed, undisturbed by the earlier auction’splete flop.


    Yet, when Baylee’s eyes roamed the crowd and settled on Ellie, she froze in amazement. Ellie, dressed simply in a sweater and jeans amidst a sea of borate attire, greeted Baylee’s nce with a cheerful bid paddle wave.


    Quincy’s expression tightened. Baylee’s professional demeanor made it seem as though he were a stranger seated below, a quality initially mistaken by him as simply part of her auctioneer’s grace. Now it seemed she simply… ignored him.


    “Up for auction is ‘Serene Moon and Precious Chrysanthemums,’ a piece from a private collection, starting at ny million,” Baylee dered.


    Ellie immediately ced a bid. No one countered the bid. The piece belonged to Ellie.


    As for the auction items that followed, Ellie continued to lift her paddle without anyone opposing her bids. She acquired item after item effortlessly. Within thirty minutes, she had umted purchases worth hundreds of millions of dors.


    The crowd was taken aback by Ellie’s daring approach, stirring unease among them. Initially, they had held back from bidding as a courtesy to Quincy, anticipating their chance to bid on the itemster. However, Ellie’s disregard for this tacit agreement threw them off. If they didn’t bid, Ellie was poised to im every auction piece at its base price!


    “Okay, bidder number 7 increases the bid to 12 million, proving they’ve got great taste,” Baylee smiled. Her professional demeanor elicited a pleased smile from the bidder. “Bidder number 12 raises to 14 million! Any more bids?” Baylee inquired. She attempted to enliven the room with her energetic voice, showcasing her exceptional skills.


    “We have 15 million… and now, thedy over there offers 17 million!” The bidding war picked up speed again.


    Find your adventure at gα?ησν????s??оm (uso de “?” y “о” cirílica)


    Ellie decided to stop bidding. Watching Baylee’s poise and elegance outshine even the valuable objects being auctioned was a sight to behold. And those artifacts, with their own grace and nobility, seemed almost secondary to Baylee’s charm.


    Aphrodite bit her lip in frustration. Even off the ice, Baylee still managed to be the center of attention. Aphrodite turned to see Quincy watching Baylee with deep interest, sparking a twinge of jealousy. She hissed, “Quincy, does Baylee catch your eye more than usual?”


    “She’s always had her charm.”


    In his eyes, regardless of the career she chose, she was able to showcase her charm. Quincy continued nonchntly, throwing a look toward Aphrodite, “But she isn’t mine.”


    Even though Quincy tried to sway the oue of the auction, Baylee ended it on a high note, making him look foolish. Still, Quincy didn’t let it bother him, used to the ever-changing nature of social situations. Aphrodite, on the other hand, couldn’t let it go.


    As she walked past Ellie, Aphrodite couldn’t help but mock, saying, “Showing off with money that’s not even yours, what does that say about you?”


    .


    .


    .