Chapter 518: Prey That Voluntarily Jumps Into the Trap

Seeing that no one was competing with her anymore, that beautiful pink diamond necklace was about to fall into her hands, when suddenly a Clayton appeared out of nowhere!

And the competitor was the elderly couple in the VIP box who had already snatched two things from her!

Rosalind White was now completely sure that the previous bids from her opponents were not just because they liked the items, but likely to embarrass her with ill intentions.

——These old folks, if they’re not well, they should see a doctor. Why do they have to make things difficult for her?

Rosalind felt furious inside, biting her teeth so hard that she almost tasted blood.

At this moment, whispering voices around her kept drifting into her ears.

"Do you think Miss White will back out again? At first, her stepping back twice could be seen as the grace of a younger generation, but there’s a saying, ’third time’s the charm,’ and the people upstairs clearly have no connection with her; backing down again would be making a fool of herself. Why attend an auction with no money?"

"Hey, looking at Miss White’s attire, it must be worth millions, especially that new handbag from Chanel that ordinary people can’t even buy!"

"I also think Miss White isn’t short on money. The guests in the VIP box upstairs are clearly disrespecting her. If I were Rosalind White, I’d bid regardless of their identity!"

...

The malicious and subtle stares fell on her, making Rosalind feel even more uncomfortable. She suddenly somewhat understood why Fiona Vaughn abruptly left.

Sitting together with her, yet continuously having bids snatched, how could anyone maintain their dignity!

A strained smile appeared on Rosalind’s face as she pinched her fingers to regain a semblance of composure.

"You all are joking, I truly like this pink diamond necklace, there’s no way I will concede like before."

"Really?"

A busybody glanced at Rosalind, his eyes filled with doubt and disdain.

"Miss White, don’t always say that you are determined to win, only to withdraw with some modest excuse before the bidding even ends?"

"I won’t."

Rosalind resolutely shook her head.

A man nearby felt a tinge of sympathy seeing such a charming young lady like Rosalind being looked down upon.

"Don’t be afraid, Miss White. As far as I see, the person upstairs, though targeting you, isn’t bidding ridiculously either. Look, this time they only added ten thousand, they must be running low!"

"I believe you will win that piece, Miss White!"

Rosalind was taken aback. This straightforward opinion made the onlookers ponder if the esteemed guest upstairs was running out of money?

Considering the 60 million spent earlier by Box 1, it finally showed a sign of weakness; surely understandable.

"Wow, Miss White, it looks like the folks upstairs really can’t afford it, your chances of winning are great!"

"Go for it, Miss White, I support you. They say gentlemen don’t take what others love, but the folks upstairs are clearly no gentlemen, having taken two things from you already. You must make them speechless with rage!"

...

As she saw the change in tone from them, now suddenly flattering her grace and financial power, Rosalind couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction.

But when she opened her mouth, it was still in a modest and gentle tone.

"You all are joking. In an auction, there’s no winning or losing; I’m bidding because I like the pink diamond necklace and hope not to disappoint everyone’s good faith."

Amidst the ruckus downstairs, as the three-minute bidding time was about to end, the blonde auctioneer on stage cast an anxious glance at Rosalind.

"The bidding is almost over, may I ask if the esteemed guest No. 107 still wishes to participate?"

Rosalind gave a calm smile. Having analyzed earlier, her heart was at ease with the financial capability of the purchaser from Box 1 upstairs, and her bid became more assertive.

"I bid 20 million! Let the auction continue!"

The blonde auctioneer was overjoyed to see Rosalind changing her earlier pattern of stepping back without raising the bid twice.

Competition is great! Her commission depends on these bidders’ wallets!

"Alright! The lady in No. 107 bids 20 million, is there a higher offer?!"

...

As time ticked away, Rosalind wore a confident smile. Scanning the room full of social elites, she noticed their gentle nods in her direction, and she felt like stepping onto the clouds.

The floating feeling nearly made her smile even brighter.

Yet, there was no response from the box upstairs, and the whispering around grew louder.

"Could it be that this time the VIP box upstairs is backing down? I was looking forward to a good show!"

"It seems so. They only added ten thousand last time, and look how Miss White adds a whole million!"

...

The crowd seemed to forget how Box 1 had boldly doubled the bid before, turning to praise Rosalind, seated there.

No wonder, no matter how influential the VIP upstairs is, their ears can’t hear this side’s conversation, whereas Rosalind was a legitimate half-daughter of the Law Family despite her humble roots. Befriending her meant forging ties with the Law Family!

Just as Rosalind fixed her eyes on the stopwatch, with only a handful of seconds left, she was almost jubilant when suddenly the blonde auctioneer’s communication device lit up again!

Rosalind’s perfect smile froze at the corners of her lips.

With a surge of inexplicable bad premonition rising in her heart, the blonde auctioneer straightforwardly struck a blow to her heart.

"The esteemed guest in VIP Box No. 1 bids 20 million and one! The auction continues!"

...

Rosalind’s face turned ashen instantly, her tender and charming face now overshadowed by gloom.

Were it not for the audience’s presence, she might have flipped her chair on the spot!

What is this!

Competing with her!

Competing again!

Addicted to competing, huh!

Many cast a sympathetic glance at Rosalind: "Poor Miss White, it’s obvious they’re just trying to vex her, raising just by ten thousand is really shameless!"

...

Rosalind slowly exhaled a mouthful of foul air.

Her eyes bloodshot, she raised her paddle angrily.

"No. 107, forty million!"

Before her voice faded, there was an uproar!

Who would now dare say Rosalind White lacked confidence in bidding?!

Just as the crowd wanted to commend her, upstairs, Cecilia Vaughn’s lips curled into a subtle smile.

After all the provocations, had the opponent finally jumped into her trap voluntarily?

Excellent.

Cecilia Vaughn’s gaze was sharp as she slowly pressed a number...