Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 429 429: The

The Clarence Auction

While other cities of Country Y were relatively at peace, getting ready for a night's rest, Clarence Auction House

was alive with lights and chatter. Standing tall under the golden lights, its environment pulsated with energy.

Luxury cars rolled to a stop one after the other outside the grand building. Reporters and photographers

clustered near the red-carpet walkway, their cameras flashing, hoping to capture the arrivals of tonight's most

influential guests.

Bouncers in tailored black suits stood at strategic points, their stern gazes sweeping across the growing crowd,

ensuring both order and security.

A sleek black car slowly pulled up at the end of the red carpet, a security man stepped forward to open the door.

With a deep breath, Davis stepped out. Dressed in a sharp charcoal suit that defined his broad frame, he moved

with graceful composure.

Ethan followed closely behind. Davis gave him a brief glance, then set his focus straight ahead. With steady,

confident strides, he mounted the red carpet.

His face expressionless, his gaze cold and focused on the door as he walked.

The reporters erupted instantly. The controlled line broke as they surged forward, their microphones thrust out,

cameras flashing in blinding sequence as they fired a series of questions at him.

"You've stopped attending auction events for years, why appear tonight?"

Is there an item that caught your eyes?

Should we expect the Allen Group planning on its expansion again?

Are you interested in Meredith Island or the rare blue diamond necklace?

The questions tumbled over one another, sharp and eager. But Davis only offered a small, enigmatic smile.

Without a single word, he continued forward, passing them by and vanishing into the glowing hall, leaving the

reporters buzzing with frustration and speculation.

Moments later, another stream of cars arrived. Guests alighted one after the other, giving the media plenty of

distractions. Among them cJessica and Richard.

Quietly, she stepped out of the car, her signature mask as Lady Bright in place, tonight she was rocking this

identity.

With extraordinary calmness, she made her way past the reporters, not attracting their attention—an exact

situation she wanted for this auction.

"Wait! Isn't that Lady Bright?" one sharp-eyed reporter suddenly shouted. His words sliced through the crowd,

snapping heads and cameras toward her.

But she was already close to the entrance, the doors almost swallowing her silhouette.

Their hearts fell at the news they had just missed. It was quite known among the elites Lady Bright wasn't easy

to cby, and her true identity had always remained a mystery so many wanted to solve but couldn't.

They couldn't recollect the last tshe was seen. It was as though she had vanished from the face of the earth.

While she made her way into the door, the reporters erupted with murmurings:

"Do you think this auction might be the highest in the history of Clarence House?

I don't just think, but | smell fierce competition tonight.

So bad, | couldn't interview Lady Bright, maybe she might have mentioned her purpose.

Another reporter scoffed, 'Do you think she wants to talk yet bypassed you?’

She had always kept a low profile and was mysterious even.

"I once heard a young heir chased her from event to event, yet she slipped away every tbefore he reached

her."

"With wealth like hers, why hide? Why not flaunt it?"

I still don't understand, had she ever been married?"

"Why the silence?"

"Because Lady Bright is more than a person as you thought...she's a mystery, even in the fashion world."

"I guess we should let her be and focus our attention on this auction.

"This auction is already decided."

"Impossible, there are so many figures that it's hard to decide the winner."

"But with Davis Allen present himself, it would definitely be a piece of cake for him since he's only interested in

lands, islands, and estates.

"It might not be the case tonight, but rather than spend our timagining the situation, let's watch closely.

Julian's arrival was shortly after Jessica, and like her, he had been able to bypass the reporters with a camouflage

of his presence.

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From there, they could see the stage and hear every word. They could bid, but without the sprivilege or

privacy as the elites.

Closer to the stage, on the right hand was a different world entirely. Here, the exclusive guests sat in private

cubicles walled with polished wood and velvet drapes, tall enough to hide the people inside.

From these cubicles, the elite could see the stage perfectly, yet remain unseen by anyone else.

Each was fitted with a discreet button that lit a signal on the auctioneer's desk. This way, bids were placed

silently, with no one knowing who was behind them.

Davis, Julian, and Jessica settled in their cubicle according to their reservations, unaware of each other's

presence.

The auctioneer, a tall man in a white

shirt and black bow tie, took the

podium. He welcomed fhe C O

distingdistied guests with the

practiced eloquence of one who had

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Catalogues rustled softly in the cubicles as the guests studied each lot with sharp concentration, fingers tracing

entries, minds calculating value as they made decisions.

The early lots and auctions of antique vases, rare manuscripts, and a signed painting passed swiftly, each

fetching staggering sums that rippled whispers through the hall.

Davis also secured Meredith Island at a whopping sum of three million dollars against his opponent, who bidded

two million. Though this wasn't the main purpose of his trip, it was an auxiliary.

Yet, for the other duo, this wasn't what they wanted, and they never bothered to bid but only watched calmly as

bidding and buying unfolded.

Their eyes kept darting back to the display pedestal at the side of the stage where the blue diamond necklace

glittered beneath a glass dome.

Its brilliance was almost ethereal, the delicate design framing the gem like frozen starlight.

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