Chapter 142

The auctioneer took to the stage promptly, laying out the agenda for the evening. As the introductions concluded, the first item for bidding was swiftly brought forth.

A painting of notable renown, recovered from a heap of ruins and thus suffering from faded details. Expert authentication confirmed its authenticity, setting the starting bid at $10,000. For the patrons gathered, such a price was nothing but a drop in the ocean. Even if the painting held little to no value as a collectible, the charitable nature of the auction would ensure bids, if only to maintain appearances. As expected, the bidding escalated quickly, leaping from the relatively humble $10,000 to an astonishing $200,000.

Sipping lightly from her glass of fruit wine due to her low tolerance, Wyneth at first found the taste a tad disagreeable. Yet as she continued to sip, she discovered a unique flavor that became somewhat enjoyable.

"Wyn," Dean said, leaning in closer. "If you see anything you fancy, I'll bid on it