“Yes, and these earrings are called ‘Oriental Sunrise.‘ Three years ago, they were already being hyped at an exorbitant price and
bought by a mysterious buyer. I can’t believe it was Miss Thorne!”
Listening to the people around us, Brittany’s eyes blazed with ravenous greed. “Scarlett Thorne, how can you be so lucky! Everythi-
ng you own will someday be mine!”
Beside me, Ryder gasped. Then he looked at me disapprovingly, reprimanding me. “Scarlett, you are far too extravagant. These
things aren’t worth this price. Why are you spending so recklessly?”
1 scoffed. This man probably thought the Thorne family fortune was already his. He had given himself the name Ryder, forgetting
he was nothing more than a dog beside Scarlett Thorne.
“What’s ‘worth it‘ is for me, Scarlett Thorne, to decide. By what right are you questioning me?”
Ryder paused, looking at me as if I were a spoiled girlfriend throwing a tantrum. “I know, I will marry you. You don’t need to keep
reminding me of our relationship over and over again.”
“In the future, when you plan to spend such large sums, you need to tell me beforehand. You can only use the money if I approve.”
Then he turned his head away, no longer looking at me. Hearing this, I burst out laughing, unable to control my amusement. Lunat-
- ic.
The auction proceeded smoothly. Ryder basked in the envious glances from those around him, his head held higher and higher.
“Now, we come to our most exciting moment! The final mysterious item, to be unveiled by Miss Scarlett Thorne!”
With that, she gestured, and black–suited men carried onto the stage a two–meter diameter object covered by a red cloth. Ryder
leaned towards me. “What’s the mysterious item?”
I stood up, ignoring him. I smiled at the crowd, then walked forward, gripped the red cloth with one hand, and pulled it down firmly. An empty iron cage was revealed before everyone’s eyes. The crowd looked at me, confused.
I nodded to my discreet bodyguards.
