Chapter 492
After a while, Ynda finally noticed something off. “Mom, look at their clothes.”
Everyone was dressed to the nines; even Arabe was in a light pink suit, her hair pulled up high, and
she radiated a cool yet aloof aura.
They, on the other hand, seemed to be misfits.
“Did we wear the wrong clothes?” Ynda felt ufortable in her dress, and it finally clicked why
they received puzzled and annoyed looks at the
entrance.
It turned out they were dressed inappropriately!
Olga realized it too and felt a tad embarrassed. They had never been to and auction before and had
no clue about the dress code.
Attlee tried tofort them, saying, “Even if we did dress wrongly, it’s no biggie. People will only care
about who bags thend, not what you’re wearing.” Romeo and Arabe sat side by side in the front
row, their hands tightly sped. Hans, sitting next to them, said coldly, “Keep some distance.”
The AC is too cold; I’m just trying to warm Arabe’s hands. I’ll let go soon.”
On hearing Romeo, Hans turned to Arabe and asked, “Are you cold?”
“Um–hmm.” Arabe could only nod in agreement.
Hans took off his coat and gentlyid it on Arabe’sp, saying, “Wrap this around you. I’ll get
someone to turn up the heat.”
“No need.” Arabe didn’t finish her sentence before Hans was already speaking to a staff member.
“Your high ponytail looks great.” Romeo brushed a strand of hair from Arabe’s forehead, admiring her
delicate features, and gently said, “You look good in a suit too.”
“You look good today too.” Arabe looked into his eyes and said softly, “I’ll give you that piece ofnd
“Give it to me?“,
“Mmm–hmm.” Arabe raised an eyebrow and asked, “Don’t you want to build a Ferris wheel and a
shopping street?”
Romeo was surprised that she knew about his ns.
He had nned to give it to her once it was built. He had already thought of a name.
But Arabe didn’t know about his intentions; she thought he was interested in themercial value of
thend. “Anyway, since someone is paying for most of it, I’m just regifting it to you. But it’ll take some
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time.”
“That’s nice. You always think of me.” Romeo leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her ear.
Just as Hans finished talking to the staff, he turned around to see them whispering again, leaving him
puzzled.
Everyone around them was shocked to see their intimate behavior and stared in disbelief.
This was the first time they saw Romeo whispering sweet nothings to a girl in public.
Especially to a girl who seemed to be barely out of high school.
Who the hell was she that Romeo was so smitten? Can they share the secret?
Ynda, sitting in thest row, felt a pang of jealousy seeing Romeo always leaning in to whisper
something to Arabe. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was so nice to Arabe!
They always seemed to have a lot to talk about and share. They looked like a couple in love!
No wonder Arabe was not interested in Zachary; she had already found a better choice.
Before the auction even began, representatives from various groups got up to greet Romeo, the
Kehs, and Hans in the front row.
Olga noticed Arabe leaving her seat and wondered where she was going. Shortly after, Romeo
followed her.
Seeing Arabe’s seat empty, Olga quickly took the opportunity to sit next to Louisa and said, “Hello,
Mrs. Collins, we meet again. You remember me, right? I’m Attlee’s wife, Olga.”
Louisa was chatting with a fewdies when she saw Olga sitting in her daughter’s seat and felt
immediately annoyed. “Who gave you permission to sit here?”
Caught off guard, Olga felt the mocking gaze of thedies and tried tough it off: “I saw Arabe go to
the restroom, so I‘
“You think you can call Arabe by her first name?” Louisa immediately signaled a staff member.
“Mrs. Collins, please let me exin.”
Before she could finish her sentence, a staff member interrupted, “I’m sorry, but could you return to
your own seat?”
Olga wanted to protest, but with all eyes on her, she had no choice but to stand up and smile, “Mrs.
Collins, we’ll chatter then.”
“Chat about what? Mrs. Collins doesn’t even know you. Who do you think you are, trying to cozy up to
her?”
“Exactly! There are many people who want to suck up to Mrs. Collins, but you’re the first one who’s so
shameless!”
“Why are you still here? Where did this nobody evene from? Just because you walked through the
door, do you think you’re entitled to talk to Mis.
Collins?”
“Today’snd is definitely going to be the Collins family’s!”
“Let’s congratte Mrs. Collins in advance.
Louisa gestured for them to stop the premature congrattions, as she had no interest in thend and
would definitely not buy it, which would mess up her daughter’s ns.
She and her husband were here because, after the auction, they were to attend a dinner party with
their daughter.
But others didn’t know that. They assumed the Collins family was here in full force to buy thend,
indicating its potentialmercial value.
This made them think even more highly of thend’s value.
After being snubbed, Olga vowed to teach them a lesson!
However, she caught a glimpse of Louisa talking to a staff member, and soon after, they brought a new
chair for Arabe!
Seeing this, Olga was livid. She wasn’t some virus. She just sat there for a bit. How outrageous!
Arabe had been living at her ce for eighteen years, and they’d been through a lot together. Mrs.
Collins‘ weird favoritism towards Arabe was quite noticeable, as if she had it out for her.
Fast forward a bit, and the auction was about to kick off.
The host exined the details about thend: its purpose, size, nning requirements, and all, then
the bidding started.
The opening bid was a whopping three hundred million dors, and each raise of the paddle was an
additional fifty million dors.
“I dere the auction open.” The host banged his gavel, officially starting the bidding war.
All the big corporations started throwing their hats in the ring.
At first, everyone was all gung–ho about bidding until the price skyrocketed to eight hundred million
dors, and then the bidders started to thin out.
Arabe was still going at it, McMin Corporation wasn’t backing down, and the Collins group was hot
on their heels.
Attlee was wiping the sweat off his brow, his hand shaking. Each time he raised his paddle, he could
feel his heart pounding in his chest.