Trevor chuckled. "It is fine. Didn't you say your grandmother likes it? Go ahead and bid."
Seeing his smile, Wynn felt a sweetness in her heart. She raised her paddle again. "Sixty million."
Jorge immediately followed. "Seventy million."
Then, he called out loudly to Trevor, "Mr. Fleming, my old folks at home love this kind of thing. How about showing me some courtesy and letting me have it?"
Trevor looked over and returned a polite smile. "Sorry, Mr. Robinson, but I also have elders at home who like this."
They made no effort to keep their conversation private, so naturally, Celeste and Lottie also heard it.
The vase was meant for Erin, Wynn's paternal grandmother. Yet Trevor referred to her as his own elder, making it clear that he already considered the Locket family as his own.
That was a stark contrast to how he treated her family.
Wynn raised her paddle again. "Eighty-five million."
This time, Jorge didn't continue bidding.
In the end, Wynn won the antique vase for eighty-five million, once again drawing envious stares from the entire room. Even after the bid was secured, Wynn still felt a bit uneasy.
The Locket family was wealthy, and her grandmother was a passionate antique collector who spent a fortune on artifacts every year.
But spending close to one hundred million on a single piece? That was unthinkable. If her family found out, they would probably be shocked senseless.
Not to mention, Trevor had actually instructed her to bid one hundred million for it. But she had felt it was too much, so she had lowered it to eighty-five million.
Thinking about how generous Trevor was with his money, Wynn felt warm inside.
Lottie cursed under her breath. "That is almost one hundred million!"
Adding up the two auction items, the total was nearly one hundred million.
This time, it wasn't just her teeth aching. Her whole body felt sore with envy.
Celeste pursed her lips tightly, her expression dark.
Lottie noticed and asked, "Cel, are you okay?"
Trevor was treating his mistress so well. And that mistress was none other than the daughter of her father's mistress. How could she not be upset?
But Celeste's bad mood wasn't because of that. "Trevor can spend his money however he wants. It has nothing to do with me, and I don't care."
"What I care about right now is whether he and Wynn want the same thing I do. With my financial situation, there is no way I can outbid them."
Lottie suddenly realized. "That is true. But she has already won two items, right? She probably won't bid again."
Hopefully.
But Celeste knew that with Trevor's wealth, he could easily bid on a few more items that night and spend another few hundred million without even blinking.
Just as she was thinking this, the embroidered painting she had been eyeing was brought onto the stage.
The starting bid was also five million.
Someone quickly placed the first bid. "Six million."
Celeste raised her paddle. "Seven million."
At first, Wynn hadn't even noticed Celeste. But the moment Celeste spoke, Wynn immediately recognized her voice.
She turned around and locked eyes with Celeste.
Wynn's face remained expressionless. She quickly turned away again, then raised her paddle. "Ten million."
Celeste's heart instantly sank.
Wynn had recognized her. And Celeste refused to believe that Trevor hadn't recognized her voice too. But he didn't even turn around.
Lottie cursed outright. "Is she actually raising bids again?"
Jorge joined in. "Fifteen million."
Celeste pressed her lips together and raised her paddle. "Eighteen million."
Wynn didn't even look back. She simply called out, "Twenty-five million."
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