Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 65

“Honey, who is that? They must be loaded!” Mrs. Johnson pouted, tugging on her husband’s arm. “I finally found something I actually want.”

Mr. Johnson followed her gaze and spotted a strikingly handsome profile. He immediately lowered his voice. “Shh, that’s Mr. Nelson—our boss. He hardly ever bids at these auctions. We really shouldn’t compete with him.”

“But I want that necklace!” Mrs. Johnson grumbled, unwilling to back down.

Dean’s face was unreadable as he calmly raised his paddle. “Six million.”

Evelina’s eyes lit up and she looked at him like he’d just promised her the world.

Emmy listened to the whole exchange, half amused, as Mrs. Johnson kept muttering about how much she wanted the necklace and Mr. Johnson quietly tried to convince her not to upset Mr. Nelson.

But Mrs. Johnson wasn’t giving up. “Let me try. It’s just a few million, what’s the big deal?”

Right as she was about to raise her paddle, Emmy quietly lifted hers.

“Ten million.”

The Johnsons both turned to stare at her, completely stunned.

Emmy just tilted her head and flashed Mrs. Johnson a bright, effortless smile. “Mrs. Johnson, jewelry deserves a beautiful owner. This necklace truly belongs on someone as elegant as you.”

Mrs. Johnson’s face instantly lit up, her smile spreading so wide she couldn’t hide it if she tried.

Dean noticed Emmy’s move and raised an eyebrow, amused. So she really couldn’t let go of the necklace he’d designed himself.

He was about to drop out when Evelina suddenly raised her voice.

“Eleven million!”

She clung to Dean’s arm, eyes wide and pleading. “Dean, I love it so much. You’re going to get it for me, right?”

Dean met her gaze, filled with adoration and hope. He hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Don’t worry. I’ll win it for you.”

He reminded himself he’d designed the necklace in the first place—it was up to him who got to wear it. Emmy had enjoyed the spotlight long enough. Now, it was Evelina’s turn.

But before he could place another bid—

The auctioneer brought the gavel down with a decisive thud. Emmy had won.

She swiped her card, barely blinking at the amount, and an attendant quickly brought over the beautifully wrapped box.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Emmy handed the box to Mrs. Johnson, her smile warm and genuine.

“Mrs. Johnson, this is for you.”

Mrs. Johnson nearly squealed with delight, grabbing Emmy’s hand like they’d been best friends forever. “Oh, Ms. Lincoln, this is way too generous! From now on, you and I are sisters. If you ever need anything in the city, just let me know!”

She whirled around and gave her husband a look.

“Honey, what are you waiting for? Ms. Lincoln is my best friend now. Whatever she needs is our business, too. Go on, help her out!”

Mr. Johnson could only laugh, half exasperated and half impressed, but his gaze lingered on Emmy, thoughtful.

“Ms. Lincoln, I have to ask—if you’ve got over twenty million to spare, why not just invest it in your own company, Forward Technology, instead of spending it here at Vista for a tiny profit?”