Chapter 27

The auctioneer looked like he'd misheard and stammered, "One million?" "Are you hard of hearing?" A young man in his early twenties leaned halfway out of the second-floor VIP room, face dark with irritation. "Isabella's design is one of a kind. Honestly, even ten million wouldn't be too much." The moment he said that, the audience erupted into whispers. "Isn't that the Summers family's young heir?" "Yeah, that's Caleb Summers from the Summers Group." "I heard the Goodwins and Summers used to be close. There were even talks of their daughter marrying into the Summers family." "She's gone now, what's any of that matter? Lily was her best friend, too. Never thought Miss Goodwin had such a solid circle." Amid the chatter, before the auctioneer could drop the gavel, Lily called out again, "One and a half million." "Two million," Caleb snapped right back. "Two and a half." Lily took off her sunglasses, eyes visibly puffy and red, glaring straight at that unruly rich man in the VIP box like s