Chapter 517: The Taste of Bleeding Money

"Three strikes, Miss White, does that mean you won’t give up on the next treasure?"

Rosalind White’s graceful smile abruptly froze.

To be honest, even a clay figure has some temper, not to mention she, who has always been pampered like a little princess by the Law Family.

Rosalind took a deep breath and forced a somewhat indifferent smile. ...

"You’re joking; I don’t think it would be such a coincidence to fancy the same item as the guest in VIP box 1 again."

What she left unsaid was, if they did fancy the same item again, she would do whatever it takes to snatch it!

That busybody was actually not wrong; now she was in a difficult situation after yielding twice to the guest in VIP box 1 under the guise of being magnanimous as the younger generation. If she were to yield again, wouldn’t that be a slap in her own face?

Since the other party was so inconsiderate, how could she, a Heavenly Destiny Noble Lady, accept being trampled on repeatedly?

She was backed by the Law Family! To bend for thirty million was too demeaning!

...

An inexplicable desire to compete burned in Rosalind’s heart.

Just as her anger was rising, the blonde auctioneer gently clapped her hands, bringing up a new item.

It was a pink diamond necklace, with a heart-shaped pendant at the bottom, rimmed with a circle of crystal-clear white pearls. Under the light, it shimmered brilliantly, breathtakingly beautiful.

Rosalind was almost instantly enchanted by it.

After being thwarted twice earlier, she was no longer in the mood to buy any gift for Adrian Law; she might as well buy a necklace to reward herself!

Certainly, those older folks upstairs wouldn’t fancy such a pale pink and glamorous piece of jewelry, would they? This was clearly a color only suitable for the young; if worn out, it would be seen as frivolous and mocked for its lack of sophistication!

"Hello everyone, please take a look at this pink diamond necklace. As you know, colored diamond jewelry is rare, especially the pink diamond in the pendant, whose clarity is almost as if imbued with a watery glow. The surrounding white pearls are treasures from The Azure Expanse, also of substantial value."

"This pink diamond necklace has a starting bid of fifteen million. This time, there is no minimum bid increment restriction of one hundred thousand, and the lowest increment is ten thousand! Welcome everyone to bid!"

...

Girls are naturally unable to resist these beautiful and dazzling pieces of jewelry. While the previous blue diamond rings were good, they were more subdued in tone, whereas this pink necklace was full of youthful spirit, its splendor evoking admiration.

"Wow, it’s really so beautiful! When I was in Nordos, I saw the president’s wife wearing a similar necklace, but it wasn’t as lustrous as this one!"

"I also really like it, Miss Sawyer, would you let me have it?"

Many rich ladies around were quite tempted, but they were easily blinded by pretty jewels, while their husbands, who were in charge of the money, might not necessarily agree.

Among the guests below was a jeweler most familiar with pink diamonds, who couldn’t help but comment.

"This necklace is certainly beautiful, but its value does not actually surpass the previous pair of pink diamond rings, nor does it exceed the earlier Dragon Stone Jadeite Cufflinks. First, pink diamonds are not as rare as Dragon Jadeite or blue diamonds, and although each carat looks substantial, they are actually supported by platinum rims. Besides, think about why this time the increment starts at ten thousand?"

Rosalind, who intended to buy this pink diamond necklace, curiously asked.

"May I hear more? Could you elaborate?"

The jeweler gave a faint smile.

"Because jewelry is the least reliable investment unless it has a historical significance. You see, the items previously held by the Borealis Royal Family have their histories showcased, but this pink diamond necklace doesn’t, indicating it might be a modern designer’s work. In my opinion, this necklace would be priced at a maximum of twenty-five million."

...

Hearing the jeweler’s words, Rosalind felt reassured.

She liked things that looked beautiful and exquisite, and the historical tales behind them were not important to her at all.

The price of twenty-five million was just within her acceptable range and even more than sufficient.

Rosalind now felt confident about acquiring this necklace.

After several people around bid, Rosalind did not hear any offer from the VIP guests upstairs, finally easing her anxious heart and raising her sign high.

"Nineteen million! Number 107!"

People glanced at Rosalind in astonishment, not because once the increment was set at ten thousand, many people simply bid at the minimum increment.

Don’t assume wealthy people don’t like saving money; the principle is the same for everyone.

...

Just when Rosalind thought she was winning, upstairs Cecilia, who was eating cantaloupe, suddenly noticed the blonde announcing number 107, which was Rosalind’s bidder number.

Cecilia lazily picked up a wet towel to wipe her mouth, playfully and mischievously glanced at Adrian Law.

"Adrian, do you mind if I play the villain for once?"

After Cecilia suddenly stopped eating the fruit, Adrian had already guessed what she wanted to do. The corner of the man’s thin lips curved with a hint of indulgence.

"Go ahead, as you please, if necessary, I’m willing to abet you."

Abet you?

Cecilia almost spit out the cantaloupe she had just eaten.

It was the first time she heard someone expressing love this way.

But what she was reluctant to admit was that after hearing Adrian say this, she suddenly felt even happier, realizing that being the villain fearlessly felt like this.

Cecilia gave Adrian a sly look.

"Don’t misunderstand; this time, I’m not trying to snatch Rosalind White’s auction item."

She was never the type to be obsessed with jewelry, and since she already had the Purple Moon Charm, she didn’t want to wear other necklaces for the time being. Letting Rosalind have this necklace was no problem.

However... she wanted to see how Rosalind would react in discomfort.

Whenever she saw Rosalind, Cecilia would be reminded of finding Mimi on a cold, rainy night on the mountain.

Like being pierced through the heart.

Indescribably painful.

Just causing Rosalind’s wallet to bleed was already considered merciful...

...

Cecilia’s eyes sharpened, and she did what she intended immediately, pressing the auction button.

Seeing the signal received, the blonde auctioneer’s eyes widened in shock again.

"Uhm, the guest from VIP box 1 bids nineteen million and one hundred thousand."

Hearing this, Rosalind’s face turned black with rage!

Again!

...

Now that Cecilia was once more entering the fray with Rosalind, everyone’s curiosity deepened, wondering if there was really a grudge against Rosalind White?

But this time, VIP box 1 shifted from its prior extravagance of casually doubling prices to bidding just ten thousand more each time...

Could it be... they’re out of money?