The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 82

Something was wrong.

Henry was supposed to be here. He promised. But now, his number was unreachable.

My fingers clenched around my phone, heart hammering against my ribs. Breathe, Laura.

Breathe.

The host took the stage, his voice echoing through the grand hall, but his words blurred into background noise.

My eyes darted across the room, scanning every entrance. Where the

hell was Henry?

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcto the annual auction of Lakon City. We are honored by

interest in charity for the poor and needy!

your

He shed light on the uniqueness of sale items, thanking the sponsors, but it wasn’t of my concern. Henry's

disappearance tightened my throat. | noticed the signature, cold smile toying on Leo's lips as he talked to his

table fellows. He was back to his old self to openly celebrate his approaching victory.

Meanwhile, the auction started with vintage jewelry, fucking my brain. So, as a last resort, | texted Henry's

assistant.

“Where's Henry, Brad? Why are you here alone?”

Luckily, Brad was in his right mind, he messagedswiftly.

“Boss is on his way, ma'am. Please enjoy.”

Enjoy?

My foot!

My erratic heartbeat was aching my chest, runningout of patience with every passing second. | hardly

composed myself during the first three item sales. But when the host announced the ceramic’s auction, | lost it

and got up.

“Excuse me.”

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| turned to flee to the bathroom for a moment of relief, Henry's delay was getting on my nerves. However, |

experienced sudden shower of serenity and peace as | turned and saw Henry entering throught the doors.

He made the first offer for the bidding. “Fifty thousand dollars!”

His firm tone reverberated in the surroundings, bringing a joyous smile to my face. | sat down and raised my

board.

“One million dollars!”

The sudden jump in prize excited others, they actively participated in bidding.

“Two million dollars!”

Three million dollars!”

“Four million dollars!”

But when | raised the offer to ten million dollars, the pin-drop silence prevailed in the hall, none of the bidders

spoke up after that. This was the plan, a trap to makethe focal point

of the bidding process.

Leo joked lightheartedly, “Come

un, guys. This is half of the market price. Add smillions

and still, you won't be wasting money.”

Standing tall in his glory, he walked towardsand spoke mysteriously.

“Or wait?

No one will bid now because of the former agreement.”

His suspicious statement stirred up chaos in the hall,

allegation.

guests were offended by this

“This is open bidding, no one can force us to buy anything.”

Leo chuckled at that businessman's claim, “This is business dealing, Mr. Richmond. You and

| both know how wannabes try to manipulate the results every year,

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Well, Leo had finally revealed the darkness of his heart, devising a schto thrustinto a whirlwind of

criticism. He was about to flash is fabricated evidence to ruin my name, but Henry changed the narrative in one

shot.

“No one knows it better than you, Mr. Leo aka a desperate wannabe!

You have a history of using such devious methods for your company.”

Brad appeared on the stage, playing the video of the documents Henry collected through investigation. The

storm of truth immediately cleared the thick fog of lies and deceit.

Henry's icy gaze fell on dumbfounded Leo, he landed him the file, “These are the sales records from the previous

five years annual auction, Mr. Leo.

Would you like to explain how you manage to buy the most desired sports-related article every year so easily?”

Despite irrefutable proof, Leo didn’t even budge, he replied to him confidently,

“It's simple, Mr. Henry. With money!”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he appeared nonchalant, unaffected by Henry's question. So, my brother

showed him the mirror of reality ASAP.

Brad played the CCTV footage of a secret meeting in a room, where different men were planning to cheat for

today’s bidding.

“Fourteen million dollars for the Tiara, sixty million dollars for the diamond necklace, and Leo, what was your call

for that esthetic ceramic bowl?”

Other people's faces were blurred for privacy, we could only see Leo, speaking with a smug

face.

“Ten million dollars. Laura Green from LB corporation will buy it.”

Then he laughed at my pea brain to trust him, mockingwith his buddies. The wave of rage burning every cell

of my body stole the very breath from my mouth. | was shaking with fury, barely stopping myself from exploding.

Soon, all my grievances turned into the fresh breeze of spring as Leo's blanched face sang

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songs

of desolation. He didn’t even suspect it from my acting that we would catch him in

the act.

Smiling proudly, Bright wrapped his arm around my shoulder protectively as Leo spoke

hurriedly.

“This is a fake video. | never indulge in illegal practices, my profession is ice hockey. | am unaware of such

scams.”

He tried to blHenry for the fraud, throwing dirt at him. But no one believed him. The management called the

police and asked security to lock the doors.

The police officers cpromptly and checked the evidence, cuffing Leo in front of the cream of the city.

The doors slammed shut.

Uniformed officers strode in, their presence swallowing the last remnants of Leo's false

confidence.

“Mr. Leo,” the lead officer announced, snapping open a pair of handcuffs, “you are under arrest for illegal

dealings and behind-the-scenes manipulation.”

Leo took a step back. “This-this is ridiculous! | demand a lawyer-"

Click.

The cuffs locked around his wrists, cutting off his last attempt at escape.

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