Chapter 15
As I let out a bitter laugh, I noticed Damon’s smirk mirrored my own perfectly. His pitch–black eyes seemed to see through everything.
Damon commented icily, “Let’s hope you don’t regret it.”
My pupils dilated in shock. Why would Damon say something like that? Could he possibly know something?
Even Shane sensed an underlying meaning in his words, but before he could say something more, Jose wheeled Damon away.
Amber clung to Shane’s arm. “Shane, the auction is starting. Let’s take our seats.”
I scanned the venue, searching for my killer. Finally, I found him.
Like a creature that thrived in darkness, he lurked in a shadowy corner. His unnerving, menacing gaze was fixed on Shane.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall where I’d seen those eyes before. Who was he? Why was he here after killing me?
More importantly, if I was dead, where was my body?
I observed him and Amber closely but noticed no interaction between the two–not even a fleeting glance. Could he not have been hired by Amber after all?
“Three million,” Shane called out. Mistaking the painting for Amber’s, Shane chose to show his love in this way.
Upon hearing his bid, Amber shyly stayed close to his side. This drew envious murmurs from those around them, praising their close sibling bond.
I scoffed at their praises. I wondered how they’d react if they found out about the incestuous things the sibling pair were doing.
“Five million.” An icy voice from the crowd caught my attention.
I turned to see Damon. Why was he bidding on the painting?
The atmosphere grew tense. To Shane, it appeared like Damon wasn’t just after the artwork.
“Eight million.” Shane raised the bid.
Damon raised his paddle coolly, his voice steady. 80 million.”
He
room gasped collectively. Was Damon insane? He just spent 80 million on a single
The
Shane watched in disbelief as Damon claimed not just this painting but the next two pieces as
Changi
well with staggering bids.
Before Damon left, Shane rushed after him. Gripping the car door with a darkened expression, he said, “Damon, if Grandpa finds out you spent more than 200 million on three paintings-
Damon barely glanced at him, you are?”
is gaze cold and condescending. “You think I’m as pathetic as
Shane had yet to fully take over the Lundberg family, and Damon effortlessly humiliated him with the wealth Shane couldn’t match.
“Damon, what’s your problem with me?”
Damon stared at him, his gaze filled
With unmasked hatred. “Shane Lundberg, this time, I won’t give in.”
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