“Miss Powell is truly beautiful,” Ariella exclaimed in awe.
Indeed, Elisa was beautiful. Her beauty was breathtaking for women and drove men crazy.
Hamish had the strong desire to possess Elisa completely, to keep her hidden away from everyone else, and only allow himself the privilege of admiring her in the confines of their home.
His possessiveness consumed him, to the point where even Ariella, who lived with them, felt like an intrusion.
As Elisa approached, Hamish suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace, making her sit on his lap.
The sudden intimacy made Elisa uncomfortable. She struggled for a moment, but Hamish’s hand around her waist felt like a shackle.
Elisa’s face turned slightly red, and a strand of hair fell down her forehead, adding a touch of coquettishness to her overall appearance.
With his chin resting on her round shoulder, Hamish said, “I wish I could lock you up and keep you all to myself, not allowing anyone else to see you.”
He wasn’t just saying it; it was truly what he felt. If it weren’t for Elisa’s illness, he would have taken action to keep her locked up at home, showering her with love and affection.
He would see her every day when he returned from work, intimately sharing their own private space.
“Madwoman,” Elisa blurted out.
Hamish chuckled softly, leaning closer to plant a kiss on her delicate collarbone. “Sometimes, I feel like the one who has gone mad. How else could I become so obsessed with someone I used to despise? Your presence is captivating.”
The cool touch of his lips on her sensitive collarbone sent shivers down Elisa’s spine. “If you’re crazy, take your medicine. I want to eat now, let go of me.”
“Here, let me feed you.” Hamish controlled her body with one hand while using the other to scoop up some porridge with a spoon, blowing on it before bringing it to her lips.
Elisa glanced at him, made a face, and spat out a mouthful of food, acting spoiled to the extreme.
Hamish realized how much he enjoyed teasing Elisa. It felt like having a pet cat at home. The more the cat scratched him, the more he liked to provoke it. It was a typical case of enjoying being abused.
The breakfast was delicious, and Elisa rinsed her mouth.
Hamish’s driver was waiting outside, and Elisa applied some lipstick before following Hamish into the black Mercedes.
Upon arrival, Elisa entered the venue with Hamish. She had been here a few times before, so it was familiar but not entirely known to her.
Hamish came primarily for the auction of a piece of land in the South District, near the coast.
As Elisa followed Hamish inside, all eyes in the room seemed to be focused on her.
The collective gaze converged on the dazzling red figure in a fishtail gown adorned with sparkling diamonds, radiating under the lights.
Her exquisite features were like a work of art, drawing attention with every step she took, exuding an undeniable allure.
Some were amazed, while others were perplexed. The people attending the auction were all prominent figures in the business world, familiar with Elisa.
The Powell Group had ceased to exist, but Elisa’s presence here was unexpected. Moreover, wasn’t Hamish at odds with her? Why would he bring her to such a place? Wasn’t there a rumor last month that Elisa had gone mad? Yet, she didn’t look like someone with a mental illness.
Hamish furrowed his eyebrows. He firmly held Elisa’s waist and led her to the front row seats.
He disliked the way other men looked at Elisa. Hamish sighed inwardly, regretting bringing Elisa here and allowing her to dress so beautifully. It was practically inviting others to covet her.
The waiter brought the auction catalog, but Hamish didn’t even glance at it and directly handed it to Elisa. “Bid on whatever you like.”
With the financial power of the Burns Group, it was not difficult to acquire everything up for auction that day. Elisa flipped through the catalog.
The auction hadn’t started yet, and many people approached Hamish proactively, offering greetings and handing him their business cards.
The auctioneer took the stage, exchanged a few pleasantries as usual, and then dove into the main topic by introducing the first item up for auction.
The first item was a piece of jewelry, starting at 1. 5 million and eventually sold for 3 million to a wealthy bidder.
Upon hearing the number, Elisa couldn’t help but click her tongue. The bidding prices would only go higher from here, and it was a clear indication of how staggering the final items would be.
No wonder Hamish was so invested in this auction. It seemed he had comeprepared.
Elisa looked around with boredom, eventually slumping on the couch and focusing on her phone, as if she had no interest in what was happening.
Hamish picked up the catalog she had thrown aside. “Don’t you see anything you like? Aren’t women supposed to be fond of jewelry?”
“I’m tired of wearing them.”
That was true. Elisa had possessed numerous pieces of jewelry in the past, all of them superior to the ones being auctioned. However, she had sold most of them to pay off debts.
Hamish thought about the surprise he had prepared for Elisa later. He flipped through a couple of pages of the catalog before setting it aside.
Several auction items passed quickly until the final one appeared: South Water Island.
The starting bid was one billion, and Elisa glanced at the description. It was a promising location, with a large area of land that had great development potential.
This private island was situated on the coast, boasting a favorable climate. However, developing such a large piece of land would be challenging, not to mention the hefty price tag, making it less attractive to bidders.
Hamish had a keen eye, and it was known that his main purpose for attending this auction was to acquire this piece of land. Many people followed his lead and joined in the bidding, but in the end, Hamish secured the purchase with a bid of 520 million.
Upon hearing the number, Elisa furrowed her brow. With her professional experience, she knew that while the land had considerable potential, it wasn’t worth 520 million.
Ignoring the labor and time required for such a project, the vast area was not entirely secure. She wondered how they could make enough profit from this land.
After completing the payment and signing the documents, Hamish attracted the attention of the journalists waiting at the door. They swarmed around, eager to interview him after learning that he had spent a fortune on an island.
“Mr. Burns, with your high bid of 520 million, what are your plans for developing this island?” asked one of the reporters.
Hamish’s deep-set eyes carried an air of arrogance and indifference. In response to the question, he smirked, intimately wrapping his arm around Elisa’s waist, facing the spotlight. His voice was magnetic as he replied, “I’m building an amusement park for my wife. South Water Island will be renamed Elisa Island.”