The secretary bid for Nelson, “One and a half million.”
She raised by a hundred thousand, so he raised by two hundred thousand.
Mrs. Gamble looked amused, showing no sign of displeasure.
Callie was extremely confused. It was a bracelet meant for a woman. Was Nelson so determined to get it to disgust her by giving it to another woman?
No matter what, she couldn’t lose face.
Callie followed up with some defiance, “One point eight million.”
This drew even more attention. Everyone was curious about what made this bracelet so special that it warranted such a high price.
Nelson, unhurried, said, “Two million.”
Callie was furious.
That was his nature, never giving too much or too little, just enough to wear her down calmly.
Two million was not a small amount. For Nelson, it was nothing, but for Callie, it was significant.
Callie glared at Nelson almost hatefully, but he didn’t even turn around. Unable to bear it any longer, she pulled out her phone and sent Nelson a text message.
Nelson received it. It read: Aren’t you afraid of causing a scene here?
She thought she had caught him off guard and said, “Two point five million.”
Callie was holding her breath. Why should something she liked be taken by Nelson to give to someone else?
Nelson read the message, chuckled softly, and raised his hand again, “Three million.”
Mrs. Gamble let out a surprised sound, which brought Callie back to her senses. There was no need to act on impulse. If Nelson wanted it, he could spend any amount without caring about the consequences. She couldn’t afford that.
No need to fight over it with him.
Callie calmed down and stopped bidding.
Thus, the bracelet was won by Nelson for three million.
At the moment the dust settled, Callie covered her face in slight distress, avoiding all kinds of gazes.
Naturally, she didn’t see Nelson finally glance over at her.
Callie didn’t like the items auctioned afterward. Watching others compete for them was somewhat entertaining, but she grew tired and left early after greeting Mrs. Gamble.
Before leaving, she glanced again at Nelson’s seat; it was already empty.
The venue was in the Ellison family’s hotel, so many distinguished guests stayed there, including Callie.
At the same time, in a similar location, Callie was stopped at the door for the second time.
In the quiet hotel corridor late at night, the surveillance footage showed no movement under the dim wall lights’ shadows.
About two minutes later, the elevator doors opened slowly. A woman appeared on the screen and stopped abruptly at the hotel room door as if seeing something. She stepped back.
A man emerged from the corner with an elegant posture. The woman said something to him before being pulled into his arms and kissed. She struggled wildly but couldn’t break free from his strong grip.
They stumbled against the wall in what looked like an intense struggle.
The woman’s delicate fragrance teased his senses. The man tightly held her back, his large hand moving down her spine while their lips and teeth intertwined.
As soon as Callie smelled the tobacco scent on him, she knew who it was.
Nelson. She couldn’t understand how he could be so shameless. Just moments ago, they were fiercely competing; now he was entangling with her.