Chapter 11

The auction hall was dazzling with lights, the crystal chandeliers refracting a brilliant glow that illuminated the room. Filled with jewelry and art pieces, the whole place sparkled with a mesmerizing radiance. Henry sat below the stage, his gaze fixed on an emerald necklace. Every translucent gemstone on the necklace shone brightly, almost enough to reflect the deepest desires of the human heart. "5 million dollars," he bid, raising his paddle. His voice was low yet firm. Beside him, Ian muttered, "Henry, this is the 72nd piece you've bid on. Are you really going to buy so many?" Henry's gaze did not waver from the necklace. "She deserves the best," he said stubbornly. "We owe her a lot over these past few years, so we need to compensate her tenfold. Besides, you bought just as many items." Ian turned to the towering pile of purchases beside him and smiled. "You're right. She's my sister. She deserves the best." The auctioneer's voice echoed through the hall. "5 million dollars