WantNovelChapter 375
Charlotte gasped, along with everyone else in the room as they stared at the big screen in shock.
While pure amber was certainly precious, it wasn't exactly extraordinary. With careful searching,
one could acquire such pieces.
It hardly seemed special enough for such an occasion compared to the other items. But that price...
it was simply outrageous.
After the previous tension, the ballroom finally calive with chatter, everyone discussing the
amber rosary. "Have the Sanders lost their minds? Asking a hundred million for this amber rosary -
are they trying to rob us?"
"Sure, this is a charity auction, and we're happy to donate, but we're not here to be taken for
fools!"
"Exactly! The Sanders must think we're idiots!"
James's eyes widened in disbelief. Charlotte feigned concern as she said, "James, a hundred million
is excessive. Even Mr. Anderson wouldn't set such a high price."
James frowned, struggling to understand how amber beads could command such a price.
At the stable, Vivian watched Mr. Anderson tensely with a cold expression. If she'd known
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyesterday that Sarah would set the price at a hundred million, she might have thought her crazy.
But now, she suddenly understood Sarah's strategy.
Especially after her own misstep, she felt particularly anxious - more so after the portrait incident.
Melvin's purchase of the religious portrait had saved face for Mr. Anderson, making it highly likely he would bid
on the amber rosary.
The auctioneer had already begun the introduction, "This amber rosary has quite
a prestigious history. For hundreds of years, it has been worn by successive abbots of the Sacred Waters
Monastery..."
Mr. Anderson lifted his teacup, took a sip, and set it back down carefully.
Vivian spoke loud enough for all to hear: "Miss Sanders, is this amber rosary really worth that much?"
Sarah smiled faintly. "Miss Wilson, perhaps you haven't noticed yet."
"Noticed what?" Vivian asked, puzzled.
"Listen," Sarah said simply.
The auctioneer's voice continued, "While this rosary might seem unremarkable at first glance, if we bring the
camera closer, you'll see ancient prayers meticulously carved into each amber bead - a remarkable feat of
craftsmanship."
As the camera zoomed in, everyone could now see the intricate inscriptions. Vivian fell silent, her earlier
comments making her look foolish - especially since Mr. Anderson had heard everything.
"Opening bid: one hundred million."
No one raised their paddle. The room fell silent while Sarah calmly sipped her tea
- Mr. Anderson's private reserve, Highland Spring blend.
"Miss Sanders, are you enjoying the tea?" Mr. Anderson suddenly asked.
Sarah nodded slightly. "This Highland Spring has such a delicate aroma, like a gentle spring breeze,
yet with a crisp mountain freshness. Did you use sandalwood in its preparation?"
"Indeed. I lay sandalwood around the leaves while they dry."
Mr. Anderson raised his paddle. "One hundred million."
He spoke casually, as if discussing dinner plans.
The auctioneer paused for a few seconds, the room still silent. His voice rang out
clearly, "One hundred million once! Twice! Sold!"
Mr. Anderson smiled at Sarah. "Simply put, | admire the craftsmanship."
"I'm honored it meets your approval," Sarah replied with a respectful nod.
Vivian lowered her eyes in frustration, struggling to control her emotions. With Mr. Anderson right
there, she knew she had to maintain her composure.
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