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Chapter 65 - The Highest Bidder

Author: Olivia GW
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-11 10:40:05
Isabel’s POV

The tension in the room was suffocating. No one was bidding anymore. My heart raced. This was my last chance. I needed to stop Emerson.

My eyes darted to his hand, his paddle ready. Intense panic surged through me. What could I do? He had taken everything. How could I stop him from taking this from me too?

Frantically, I grabbed my phone and started typing, my fingers trembling.

"Emerson, please, don't do this. It’s the last thing my mother left me. You know how significant it is for me. Please, as long as you give it to me, I promise that I will never appear in your life again. Even if you want my life, I can give it to you."

I hit send, praying he’d read it. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat loud in my ears. My gaze flickered to him as he glanced at his phone, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, I feared he would ignore me. That he would raise his hand again and bid, snatching away the necklace that meant everything to me.

But then, he hesitated. He paused.
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