The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 69

After settling the company’s debts, Reese had less than three hundred thousand left. She honestly didn’t know if she stood a chance against Sebastian tonight.

“One hundred and ten thousand,” Reese called out, raising her paddle.

Sebastian’s eyebrow quirked up when he heard her voice. So she had her eye on the necklace too?

“Sebastian…” Sofia sounded worried, unsure if he’d really let Reese win.

“Two hundred thousand,” he bid, lifting his paddle. Sofia relaxed, glancing at Reese with a smug little smirk.

But Reese refused to back down. She gritted her teeth and raised her paddle again. “Two hundred and ten thousand.”

A few people in the crowd started snickering.

“Reese is something else. Mr. Ratcliff’s upping the bids by the hundreds of thousands, and she’s adding ten thousand each time. She’s so petty. And she thinks she can compete with him?”

“She probably just wants his attention. She’s tried that trick before.”

“Everyone knows Mr. Ratcliff spoils his wife rotten. He’s buying this for his wife. Why does Reese even bother?”

The whispers grated on Sebastian’s nerves. He glanced at Reese. Her face was pale, her eyes burning with frustration. She wanted that necklace so badly, but it was obvious her funds were running low.

Forget it. If she wanted it that much, he’d let her have it.

He leaned toward Sofia. “There will be anything else you like later. If not, pick a style and I’ll have something custom made for you from overseas.”

Sofia’s eyes flashed with disappointment. She opened her mouth to argue, but caught the warning in Sebastian’s eyes and swallowed her words. “Okay. Whatever you say.”

“Two hundred and ten thousand, going once,” the auctioneer announced.

Reese noticed Sebastian had stopped bidding and was whispering to Sofia instead. She let out a shaky breath, finally able to relax.

“Two hundred and ten thousand, going twice.”

It was clear to everyone that Sebastian wasn’t interested in fighting Reese for the necklace, so nobody else tried to outbid her.

Reese clenched her fist, sitting up straighter.

“Two hundred and ten thousand, go...”

“Two hundred and fifty thousand,” Zach called out, his paddle up, a wicked grin on his face as he looked straight at Reese.

Her heart dropped. She glanced at Zach, mentally running the numbers in her bank account, then lifted her paddle again. “Two hundred and sixty thousand.”

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