Chapter 73

Robert's face was like a dark cloud, his gaze sharp as ice. He locked eyes with Edward, expression cold. The Harts—how dare they stir up trouble right under his nose? He had no plans to let this slide. His cold gaze swept around the room, pausing briefly on Stella and Charles. The auctioneer was so worked up that his voice was trembling. "80 million, once! 80 million, twice!" As he spoke, he hesitantly glanced at Stella and Robert, but seeing neither made another move, he finally brought the gavel down with a loud thud. "Sold! This rare Monet painting goes to the gentleman for 80 million!" Isabelle could no longer hold back her smug grin. Her voice, sharp and dripping with malice, cut through the air as she turned to taunt Stella. "Oh please, Stella. All that effort, and what did you walk away with? Absolutely nothing. You really thought you could play in this league? Cute. Maybe try again when you're not so… ordinary." With a toss of her perfectly styled hair, she openly smirked, clea