Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 91

Someone else seemed to have their eye on the bracelet too. "Two hundred thousand—once!" a man called out.

Sunny raised her paddle again.

The auctioneer's voice grew more excited. "Two hundred and fifty thousand—once!"

The man didn't back down. "He's raised it to five hundred thousand. Five hundred thousand, going once!"

"Mom, aren't you going to stop her? Spending half a million on a worthless bracelet for the dead—it's insane!"

Grace Quinn had her sights set on a diamond necklace later in the auction. If Sunny kept bidding, they'd soon be battling for the bracelet at over a million, and Grace might not get her necklace at all.

The Carrington family didn't have bottomless pockets; they weren't the kind to throw money around at auctions just for fun.

But Sunny didn't care what Grace Quinn thought. If Grace wanted her here, Sunny was determined to get that bracelet—no matter what.

"Alright, this lady's bid six hundred thousand. Six hundred thousand, going once!"

"One million!" The man's voice rang out. "One million—any further bids? One million, going once!"

Grace grabbed Sunny's wrist just as she was about to raise her paddle again. "Sunny, your father didn't give us that much credit. A million is too much. Let's wait for the next one, okay?"

"Five million." The man in the front row lifted his paddle with an almost lazy air.

"Five million! Mr. Lawson bids five million!"

It was Stellan.

As soon as he entered the fray, the entire room fell silent. No one dared to go higher.

Five million was just too much. Sunny knew then—the bracelet was out of her reach.

"Five million, going three times—sold!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Lawson. The lot goes to Mr. Lawson!"

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Annoyed, Sunny picked up a sealed bottle of water from the table and took a sip.

Stellan had once said he'd grant her a request. Was she really going to use that favor for this bracelet?

What she didn't know was that as she drank, Grace Quinn's eyes followed her every movement. Grace's lips curled in a quiet smile as she unlocked her phone and sent a message to someone across the room.

[It's done. Meet me in five minutes. Take her away.]

Sunny's heart pounded as she braced herself, poised to defend at any moment. Suddenly, there was a thud and a muffled cry from outside the stall.

What's going on?

Footsteps rushed to her door. "It's me—Stellan. Open up, I'm getting you out of here!"

Relief crashed over her. The knife clattered to the floor as she let down her guard.

She unlocked the door, her cheeks flushed. "Stellan—it's you. You came."

His chest tightened at the sight of her.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" His cool fingers brushed her forehead, coming away damp with sweat. "Are you feverish?"

Sunny shook her head, breathing uneven. "Take me to the hospital. Stellan, I think I've been drugged!"

He drew a sharp breath, eyes turning cold as ice.

Without hesitation, he swept her into his arms. "It's alright. I've got you. We're going straight to the hospital."

How many times now? Why was it that, every time she needed someone most, he was always the one to appear by her side?