Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 100

As Alexander spoke, every gaze in the room swung back to the two seats at the center of the storm.

Tyler's eyes fixed on the woman not far away. She stood quietly, her emotions hidden beneath her mask—a flawless facade.

In the world of business, deals aren't just about assets or tactics. When you take your seat at the table, it's a battle of nerves and strategy—a psychological duel where every glance and gesture could tip the scales.

Over the years, Tyler had mastered the art of emotional self-control. That inscrutable expression of his had won him countless mind games. No one ever knew what cards he truly held. Was his calm just a mask, or was he holding a winning hand? The subtle hints he let slip—were they weaknesses, or clever traps?

Yet while Tyler could cut straight through his opponents' mental defenses, reading their every move and toppling their strategies with ease, the woman before him was something else entirely.

He narrowed his eyes, studying every movement she made.

As Alexander's words faded, the entire room's attention locked onto the Masked Woman.

She lifted her gaze, eyes meeting Tyler's directly. A faint smile played on her scarlet lips, just enough to be noticed. With her right hand, she raised her bidder's paddle. A new number flashed on the display.

"Bidder 823 raises the offer—fifteen million dollars!"

Alexander's steady, dignified voice echoed through the auction hall.

Fifteen times the starting price.

The stone had started at just one million, and now the bid had soared to fifteen times that. The room, which had been buzzing with excitement just moments before, fell utterly silent.

It was as though everyone had stopped breathing, waiting for the next move.

"Bidder 823 offers fifteen million. Do I hear a higher bid?" Alexander called out.

All eyes swung to Tyler.

If Tyler wanted to, he could turn this into a public spectacle—make the Masked Woman bleed cash, or even ruin her entirely.

Did she have the nerve to keep playing?

The hall was deathly quiet as every eye settled on the woman in seat 823.

She didn't flinch. Her face remained calm as she raised her paddle once more.

"Bidder 823 raises the offer—twenty million dollars!"

Alexander's voice carried through the hall again.

This time, the way people looked at the Masked Woman had changed.