Chapter 143

Her memory traced back to the day she first recognized the protective charm as her own. Her mother had told her it was a gift from a monk, meant to ensure her safety, so she wore it constantly. But it was gone now, irretrievable. There was no point in arguing about it with Hayden.

Wyneth nonchalantly ran her fingers through her hair, about to say something, when Dean growled through gritted teeth, "You didn't give that charm to that lowlife, did you?"

A surge of tension prickled Hayden's temple.

'Is this man referring to me as a lowlife?'

His gaze shifted toward Dean, dark and ominous.

Seeing Wyneth's reluctance to speak, Dean let out a disdainful laugh. "You're something else. You gave away even your most cherished possession."

The auctioneer on stage finished introducing the protective charm and started on its bidding price. "The starting price for this protective charm is $100,000. Do we have any takers?"

The audience seemed indifferent, some believing that the silver charm c