Chapter 63

Book:Billionaire's Sweet Wife Published:2024-5-1

The price is rising little by little. I am not only nervous about the final price of the picture but also worried about whether Ryan Campbell recognized the person in the picture.
During the auction, the painting was displayed on the screen in an enlarged state. In reality, Ryan Campbell turned his back on me and I couldn’t see his expression clearly, while on the screen, he stared at me sharply.
Clearly, it is a figure drawn by myself, but it makes me feel guilty.
With the quotation of 50, 000 dollars is bid, the man who had been silent suddenly raised the sign and directly called out the unprecedented high price of the audience: “One million.”
At the moment when the price was shouted out, I was not the only one who was surprised. The audience was shocked and suddenly silent. Even the host was stunned before continuing to say, “Mr. Ryan Campbell on the 12th asked for one million dollars. Is there anyone who bid higher?”
“Sister Irene! A million dollars!” Shirley Hunt was so surprised that she didn’t close her mouth for a long time. “Mr. Campbell didn’t seem to hold up the sign all night. I thought he didn’t buy it, but I didn’t expect him to put on such a scene.”
Shirley Hunt was surprised and suddenly stiffened. Then he looked at the person on the screen and said to me, “I thought youu looked familiar and looked like Mr. Campbell!”
“I just drew it casually.” I quickly distanced myself from each other.
“One million once, one million twice…”
Philip Matthews picks up the corner of his mouth and raises the sign when the host is about to drop the hammer. He calls out: “2 million.”
Kathy Clark sat between , her face slowly becoming stiff and ugly.
Just now, the painting of her works, the two people did not bid, compared with the current 2 million, it is simply not worth mentioning.
This also makes her heart even more jealous of Irene Nadine.
She turned to look at Ryan Campbell’s side face, a man who had never talked to her very much, but raised the sign without frowning and said faintly, “5 million.”
Even Jeffrey Scott, who was sitting next to him, was amazed as though he was talking about what to eat for the evening.
Philip Matthews is just trying to achieve his goal, and he doesn’t want to argue with Ryan Campbell.
The painting was finally taken at a high price of 5 million yuan, which undoubtedly became the highest-priced work in the audience.
And made me a hot topic among my classmates. One person also asked me, “Irene, do you know Mr. Campbell?”
I quickly shook my head: “How can I know him?”
“Then he is willing to pay such a high price, which shows that he really likes your paintings.”
I just laughed and explained, “Maybe it’s because he thinks it’s more like him.”
At this point, I felt that the truth I didn’t dare to tell became my best reason to cover up the truth. My relationship with Ryan Campbell was probably never be made public, and I didn’t want to show it.
After the auction, the teacher decided to take us out for a celebration dinner because of my expensive work.
After eating, I went to sing. Before long, I received a phone call from Ryan Campbell. It was too noisy. I picked up the phone and went outside to answer it. The man at the other end was not happy: “Why did it take so long to pick it up?”
“Looking for a mobile phone for a while. Why?”
“Give me the room number. I am downstairs.”
I stared wide and immediately said, “Don’t come to me!”
“I can’t even go in and sit down?”
“No!”
“I won’t say I know you. Send the room number quickly.”
“That won’t do either.” It’s not appropriate to think about it, and it’s not the first time this man doesn’t keep his word. If he were invited in later and the relations exposed, I wouldn’t be safe at school.
“This is no good. That is no good. I am already downstairs. What do you say?”
I mumbled silently, “Go and play by yourself, or go back first.”
Ryan Campbell sneered and asked, “Where do I go to play by myself? What do I do when I go back alone?”
“Suit yourself.”
“I’ll wait for you downstairs. Hurry up and roll down at 9:30.”
I pursed myy mouth, thinking that it will be almost an hour before 9:30. Can he wait so long as he is so impatient?
“You go back first. I’ll take a taxi back later.”
“Cut the crap, be on time at 9:30. I’ll punish you if you’re even a minute late.”
He cut off the phone. I put away my cell phone and walked back to my room. Shirley leaned in my ear and smiled and asked me, “Does your husband miss you again?”
“Well, he asks me go back early.”
“He really cares about you, sister Irene. How did you find such a good man?”
My smile froze, and I thought, everyone thinks I have found a good husband, who sends me to school every day and calls me several times a day, but only I know how uncomfortable this feeling is.
It’s more about torturing me than caring.
He completely controlled all my free time. Even when I wanted to buy underwear after school, or go to the groceries, I had to ask leave from him.
Irene Nadine’s pov
The thought that he would be waiting for me downstairs for another hour, which would be a long wait for even the most patient person, and that he might have to scold me made me feel uneasy, but everyone was all just having a good time, and I am embarrassed to say leave.
Just sitting on the sofa, i felt on pins and needles.
Twenty minutes later, a message came from my cell phone. It was Ryan Campbell. When I saw the message, I couldn’t help smiling: “I’m hungry, get something to eat.
I hooked my mouth and sent him a text message: I can’t leave, buy it yourself.
He threatened me: Can’t walk away? Can I get it myself?
Even if there was only a simple sentence , I recognized the threat in his words and reluctantly typed out a few words and sent: Wait a minute.