I leaned back, exuding indifference. “So, after just a month, Evie, are you expecting again?”
Her smile faltered. Tears pooled in her eyes before she could blink.
Zavier’s eyes sharpened, ice-cold. “Tiffany, don’t overstep.”
“You scared her.”
A soft laugh danced in my voice.
Even at five months, I stood tall, facing those who dared approach. Dozens fell under the weight of my presence.
When he saw the corpses, he only praised me, no fear, no concern, not even a flicker of hesitation.
I stared at him, my voice low and soft. “Brother came to restock, right? Well, since the collection at home was smashed, it does feel a little empty.”
Zavier’s expression froze as his gaze shifted toward Evie.
She stammered, twisting under his cold stare, before finally admitting that I had sent the photos of the smashed antiques.
“I… I thought they were just some broken vases, probably not worth much, so I deleted them for you,” she mumbled.
Zavier’s face darkened, sharp as a blade, yet when he caught Evie’s pitiful expression, his tone softened. “Don’t make decisions on your own next time.”
The auction continued, dozens of lots passing by until the climactic finale.
With a snap, the lights went out. On the screen, 365 intimate photos of Evie appeared, every kind imaginable.
Her scream split the air, sharp and piercing.
“Ahhh!...”
“How are these even here?!” she shrieked, trembling.
In the next heartbeat, Zavier stormed in, the door slamming against the wall. “Tiffany! Delete those photos, now!”
I lifted my head slowly and signaled the auction staff.
“Sorry, sir. This item is registered for auction. To claim it, you’ll need to pay. Bidding starts at two million.”
My nails tapped against the table in a steady rhythm as I watched him, amusement curling my lips. His face twisted, rage, helplessness, bitterness, but not a trace of remorse.
“You’ve crossed the line this time!”
“She’s just a young girl!”
I let out a soft laugh, my smile bright as a blade.
“Then what will you do? It’s already on the floor. I’ve raised the bid to ten million. Will you keep up? Otherwise… I can’t promise where those photos might end up.”
Zavier slammed the door as he stormed out, every movement radiating pure fury.
Soon, the next private room announced its bids. No matter how high I went, he always topped me by another million.