The auction started at eight p. m. Primo Jones had come by to pick her up at seven-thirty.
Yolanda Taylor put on some makeup, didn’t change her clothes, and went straight down to Primo Jones’ car.
Tonight’s auction is hard to get a ticket, the car just arrived at the door to see a bunch of reporters on guard.
The black car parked in front of the venue, Primo Jones first out of the car.
The two were photographed in the morning going to an old age home and now they are attending the auction together, so there is a lot to see.
Before Yolanda Taylor even got out of the car, there were already more than a dozen cameras on her, and as soon as she opened the door, there was a lot of “clicking” and “clicking” sounds.
The flashes were so bright that she couldn’t help but frown a little, reached out and put her hand on Primo Jones’s, then lifted her leg and got out of the car.
The reporters wanted to swarm around her, but they were stopped by the security guards and could only watch from afar as Yolanda Taylor and Primo Jones entered the auction site.
There were quite a lot of media on the scene, but they were more formal, mainly for the fairness of this auction, so they were not as exaggerated as those reporters outside.
Yolanda Taylor their position is the VIP seat, inside the small box on the second floor.
The auction started at eight o’clock, the two people arrived at seven fifty-five, came already a little late, the venue is almost full of people.
When Yolanda Taylor and Primo Jones came in through the door, many people subconsciously looked at them.
The stairs are on one side, Yolanda Taylor’s skirt is a bit long, not very good to walk, Primo Jones deliberately slow down the pace to wait for her.
Gwen Fox has arrived very early, at this time, he is sitting on the second floor box, looking at Yolanda Taylor who was held by Primo Jones step by step upward, his eyes more and more sunken.
Two people step by step, walking extremely slow, Yolanda Taylor body is still wearing her morning that one dress, only the face is no longer like the morning as plain, she put on a makeup, retro red lipstick lined with her quiet and have a few points of charming.
He thought about the pictures he had seen a few hours ago and only felt the pain in his heart grow heavier than ever.
Yolanda Taylor and Primo Jones had just taken their seats when the hammer sounded from the auction table on the first floor.
Most of the people who came here tonight wanted to see the so-called “Mermaid Tears”, the necklace was made by Gwen Fox.
I heard that Gwen Fox herself designed that necklace, and it was the only one of its kind in the whole world.
Although it’s not a masterpiece, the fact that a man designed a necklace for a woman is enough to make it shine.
What’s more, the things between the two men and women of this necklace were complicated and sensational, more ups and downs than even a novel, so naturally many people wanted to see it.
Coupled with the fact that the main characters were present tonight, many people had actually come with the intention of watching.
Xenia Davis is one of them, although she loves Gwen Fox, but she also knows that Gwen Fox does not love herself, now she can see him being abused by Yolanda Taylor, surprisingly, she also feels a little happy.
She feels like she probably loves him but can’t love him, which is why she has a bit of resentment.
The first few things of the evening seemed less out of place than the mermaid tears.
Yolanda Taylor was sitting there, she wasn’t there to film anything, she simply wanted to see Gwen Fox joke.
But it was a bit long in front of her, she hadn’t slept well last night, and she had gotten up a bit early in the morning, and she was getting a bit sleepy as she sat there.
Primo Jones on the side saw that she didn’t say anything for a long time and couldn’t help but incline his head to look at her, “What’s wrong, bored?”
He came here today to accompany Yolanda Taylor, usually these occasions, Primo Jones is to let the secretary come over, meaning a little bit is good.
Yolanda Taylor heard him and shook her head, “No, a little sleepy.”
“Then sleep for a while?”
Primo Jones said, looking down at his wristwatch, “It’s only been half an hour since we started, there’s still an hour before the main show comes out, you’re so sleepy, don’t be out of energy by then.” Yolanda Taylor looked at him for a moment and finally nodded, “I’ll squint for a while then, you can call me when it’s almost time?”
“Sleep.”
He smiled a little and drew aside a cushion and handed it to her.
Yolanda Taylor reached out to take the cushion and he withdrew it, lifting a finger to his shoulder, “Either that or you lean on my shoulder?”
Yolanda Taylor looked at him, the expression on her face still calm and collected, “That won’t work.”
With that, she reached out and snatched the pillow out of his hand and into her own before shoving it behind her.
Yolanda Taylor fell asleep quickly, the sound of the host downstairs buzzing inside her ears like annoying bees.
She dreamed of the old days again, of when she had just gotten together with Gwen Fox, when she had followed him to one of these auctions and just happened to run into Xenia Davis.
Xenia Davis knew she didn’t have any money and said a lot of really nasty things before she opened, but she didn’t have any money and couldn’t say anything except stand there and let her be sarcastic afterward.
Gwen Fox came back from the phone and noticed her face was not right and asked her what was wrong, she shook her head and didn’t say anything.
But Xenia Davis still pursued, every time he shot something, he turned around and gave her a provocative look, and finally Gwen Fox probably guessed what was going on, and let him shoot down all the next things at a single price.
This thing was quite a sensation at that time, not long after the incident, Lamar Fox approached her.
Now, in the same place, with the same hammering sound, Yolanda Taylor wonders if she’s still in the same place.
“As Mermaid Tears came out, Primo Jones inclined his head towards Yolanda Taylor, and he was about to call out to her when he realized that her face looked bad.
He frowns for a moment, when the crowd suddenly erupts.
Primo Jones inclined his head to look over, only to realize that Gwen Fox had directly offered thirty-five million dollars, calling out the first bid at five million dollars above the starting price.
Although many people present are rich, but for a necklace to spend 35 million, not everyone is so stupid.
For a moment, there was no one in the room to bid with Gwen Fox.
Time one minute one second past, the host shouted twice, the third shout, a hammer fell, the necklace belongs to Gwen Fox all.
And at this time, the host did not announce the end, but suddenly said, “Today, let’s give a round of applause to the donor of tonight’s mermaid tears – Yolanda Taylor, Miss Taylor!” Hearing the host’s words , Primo Jones reaches down and lifts Yolanda Taylor’s head onto his shoulder.
As the camera panned over to them, above that big screen in front of them was the very image of Yolanda Taylor resting peacefully on Primo Jones’ shoulder.
No one was expecting such an image, and the organizers were clearly a bit alarmed.
And Gwen Fox, who was on the second floor, looked down at Yolanda Taylor on the big screen, her face slightly white.
Primo Jones laughed a little and lowered his head and shook Yolanda Taylor’s shoulder, “Yolanda, it’s over.”
Yolanda Taylor looked up, bewildered at what was in front of her, at herself inside that big screen, “What’s going on?”