Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Stop Right There

Claudia had already gotten what she wanted, so she didn’t bother wasting breath on him.

Finished

She flipped her hair, smiling lightly. “What her parents do has nothing to do with me. Mr. Fenton, I get that you want to defend your fiancée. But this is an auction, not your stage for family drama.”

Her words stung, but she was the one who had started the whole mess.

Claudia grinned as she slammed the window shut.

Jasper was left speechless, and both of them had to swallow their anger.

The host, relieved that the argument was over, quickly motioned for the last item to be rolled

out.

Too bad the crowd was still buzzing about the fight, so almost no one cared about the painting.

A few people stole glances at Jasper’s side and saw how cold the two looked. Then, they shifted their

eyes to the shut VIP room window, quietly wishing for another clash.

But after a few rounds, the once–loud VIP room went totally silent.

Lydia wanted to throw in another bid, certain she could outplay Claudia if it came down to it. But Claudia didn’t even bother joining.

Lydia was left frustrated and stuck.

Blaine, on the other hand, finally relaxed a little, the tightness in his chest easing.

If the price had shot up like before, he might’ve backed off completely.

Honestly, if that investor hadn’t been so stiff and refused to take a bribe directly, Blaine wouldn’t have had to pull this whole stunt, hiding the “gift” in a charity auction.

With the Romero name on his back, his status was fixed. No matter how badly he needed cash, he couldn’t look desperate.

But now, his perfect plan was trashed. He had pictured himself easily snagging the piece during fierce bidding, showing off, and then smoothly passing the charity item to the investor, who appreciated it.

Instead, the mood was wrecked, and the effect was ruined.

Grinding his teeth, Blaine forced himself to cool down.

Chapter 118 Stop Right There

Finished

When the host announced the final painting had been sold, he turned to Oscar Howard beside him and said with a smile, “Mr. Howard, true art should go to real experts. I only picked this up for charity. Honestly, I can’t tell good from bad, so I’d hate to waste it. Why don’t you take it?”

The painting had already been brought over, and Oscar reached out to accept.

“Stop right there!”

A sudden shout cut through the hall.

The sharp sound of heels echoed as the doors flew open.

A stunning short–haired woman in a sharp white suit walked in, flanked by a group of bodyguards.

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